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Verus
05:18
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For those who want to become divine in cursed grace... for those who falling from the black heavens, here night sits all say and night at that times, as we vanish in interwoven worlds
The darkness is prime power / the chaos is supreme might
The ancient patterns are energies
The vortex swirling cold pulsating
Yawning Throat swallows the stars
The cradle and tomb for everyone
The mightiest Being
He himself is existence
He is actually the only existence
Lie that Creation would be a Word and a Thought
The mightiest Being has no logic schemes
Sometimes he destroys herself and reassembles
The endless repetition
The cycle of deathless returns
The Time comes from these periods
The supreme Being wants something else
Not himself
And separates them the parts are thus alive
Patterns - ideas - shapes - colors are formed
He divides himself too much
When he wants to swallow the offsprings
They turn against him
Then the war breaks out in space
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Pre Divine
04:08
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See
The first gods were monsters
The spirit of time
The overwhelming flood
The threatening roaring of the waves in the night
The Snake which closes the roads and puts an end to thoughts
The Darkness that thickens in the creases of the vortex
The quantum that fills the void
The cold fire that cremates trembling soot
The shock that arises in the last flickering minds
Aster / Uraeus
Baldur / Belenos
Felix culpa / duro – hana
In illo tempore / ab origine
The dead blood that continues to circulate in the freezing veins
Flame and fever that do not heat but freeze
Frightened stretching after the pale life
When the cramp struck the heart
Creating without purpose
The stubbornness of the seed that sprouts out of the alkali
Vanity Fair
The useless hope
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Cursed Grace
05:42
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The existence of laws is a fact
The order prevails in the world
How can one hide from that which never sets?
The existence of fighting is a fact
The battle itself is chaos
How can one hide from that which never sets?
The Sun is new every day
The order is based on chaos
Dynamic structure
The most important law is the law of eternal change
All laws change
This world which is the same for all
No one of gods or men has made
But it was ever, is now, and ever shall be an ever-living Fire
With measures of it kindling, and measures going out
Opposition unites
From what draws apart results the most beautiful harmony
All things take place by strife
Beginning and end are common (to both ways)
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Here Night Sits All Day
05:58
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In the beginning, there was nothing but Chaos
He was all alone and round him there was nothing but utter emptiness
In those times there was neither sun, nor light, nor earth, nor sky
There was nothing but a formless void and thick darkness stretching to infinity
At last Chaos grew tired of living by himself
It was then that he first thought of creating the world
Chaos created fearsome Abyss and black Night
And straight after that the lovely and radiant Day
But Abyss is boundless
Here Night sits all day
In the heart of this frightful region
Which even the immortal gods are afraid of
Rise the dark courts of Night
Forever wrapped in black clouds
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Interwoven Worlds
05:34
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Fire was lit on the edges
Blazing thou oldest seeds
It impales the newborn Sun
Sharpening blades of spheres
Devoid of light, come, holy roots
Melting to the darkest day
Blood shalt be an aeonic spell
To be destroyed and to awake
And behold there's dust
Letting golden flames to rise
So come forth under the sea
Throughout a whispering time
The chains of a burning kingdom
Unseen, once all dark returns
Lingers unbound with no mercy
Where stars scriptures of births
Ye daughters of depths of the clouds
Wind revival prayers to a grave
Beam marches through the drowning worlds
Longing untamed death to enslave
Devoid of light, come, holy roots
Melting to the darkest day
Blood shalt be an aeonic spell
To be destroyed and to awake
And behold there's dust
Letting golden flames to rise
So come forth under the sea
Throughout a whispering time
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Leaving minutes of well-worn watches
Without ending
Under grim grey-clouded skies
Towards the desert of being
Running through vast steep stairs
Beyond the Yawning Gate
Where strange figures lurk
Getting out of the Reason's arms
The vastness and horrible silence of bleak ice
Through the dreadful peaks and mute basalt steeps
The Bonds are untied
The Moon is dark
They dance in the night
There is unknown magic in the sky
The Bonds are untied
The Moon is dark
They dance in the night
There is unknown magic in the sky
Falling into the black heavens
The light is very plentiful
The voices of they are soul-breaker
And they fear the coming of Him who is greater than they
The terror of the outer hells
The wraith of the infinite abysses
A great sign appeared in between stars
What has risen may sink and what has sunk may rise
The Bonds are untied
The Moon is dark
They dance in the night
There is unknown magic in the sky
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Meredély
03:06
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8. |
At That Times
07:49
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Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim,
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.
I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
I have flown on the pinions of fear,
Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages;
Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.
I was old when the pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile;
And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.
Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
I have lived o'er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
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AORNOS Hungary
AORNOS is an epic-grim black metal band, formed in Hungary by Algras.
The inspiration is given and eternal: the dark projection of Existence, endless Nature, Cosmos and the attemt to passing the ordinary, human, all too human things...
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