...Et sous le silence d'une lune blafarde, j'ai fermé les yeux sur un étrange horizon...
...I know not why my dreams were so wild that night But ere, the waning and fantastically gibbous moon had risen far above the eastern plain. I was awake in a cold perspiration determinate to sleep no more...
Then suddenly I saw it... I think I went mad then.
The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!
2. Le Témoignage de Randolph Carter
La dalle une fois enlevée, une sombre ouverture se révéla, d'où s'échappèrent des gaz et des miasmes si nauséabonds que saisis d'horreur, nous bondîmes en arrière [...]
Dans le silence de cette cité de la mort, blanche et déserte, mon esprit concevait les plus horribles fantaisies, les plus horribles illusions. Tandis que les tombeaux et les monolithes bizarres semblaient s'imprégner d'une personnalité hideuse [...]
Nor is it to be thought than man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters [...]
H.P. Lovecraft -1928-
Yog-Sothoth connaît la porte,
Yog-Sothoth est la porte
Yog-Sothoth est la clé et le gardien de la porte
Passé, présent, futur, tous sont un en Yog-Sothoth
...Negotium perambulans in tenebris...
Wilbur! , ton père vengera ta triste mort,
Les anciens, ton frère et ceux du dehors!
Et, quand sur le haut de la colline,
Les cris de ton frère retentiront.......
5. The Other Gods
''The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night;
there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth's gods... There is unknown magic on Hatheg-Kla, for the screams of the frightened gods have turned to laughter, and the slopes of ice shoot up endlessly into the black heavens wither I am plunging...
Hey! Hey! At last! In the dim light I behold the gods of earth!''
Arkham / Nuit Noire (1999 split)
1.
Arkham - Interdimensionnal Spheres
2.
Arkham - Dreams in the Witch-House
3.
Arkham - The Other Gods
4.
Nuit Noire - The Castle
5.
Nuit Noire - La Crypte
6.
Nuit Noire - Haunting Shadows
Malédiction (2000 demo)
1.
Le Témoignage de Randolph Carter
2.
The Haunter of the Dark
3.
L'Abomination de Dunwich
4.
The Other Gods
5.
L'Appel de Cthulhu
6.
Night Gaunts
7.
Dagon
8.
La Pierre Noire
2. The Haunter of the Dark
I see things I never knew before
Other worlds and other galaxies
The lightning seems dark,
The darkness seems light...
I have seen the dark universe yawning
Were the black planets roll without aim-
Were they roll in their horror unheeded,
Without knowledge or lustre or name
Sense of distance gone
Far is near and near is far
No light- No glass- That tower- Window!
I am it and it is I...
I see it - coming here - hell wind - titan blue - black wings - Yog-Sothoth save me! (Azathoth have mercy)
Ô! , Palpables ténèbres, infini tombeau où mes pensées s'égarent!
Ô! , Insondables abysses, où le Chaos défait le néant,
Faîtes que mon âme perdue, puisse dans vos secrets jeter un regard
Et fuir par le rêve cette vie qui me ment...
Et toi, stupide aveugle tu me laisses seul!
Pourtant je suis le poète maudit qui chante tes louanges.
Ô, Infâme tragédie déchirant mon linceul!
Mais un jour, Azathoth, le Chaos, ton royaume
S'étendra comme jadis : Folie, Ténèbres et Mort!
5. L'Appel de Cthulhu
''That is not dead wich eternal lie,
and with some strange aeons even death may die.'' A. Al Azred
''...In the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed Old Ones in dreams, but the great stone city R'lyeh, had sunk beneath the waves, and the deep waters.(...)
... But memory never died, and the city would rise again when the stars were right.
Then came out of the earth the black spirits of earth, mouldy and shadowy, and full of dim rumours pick(ed) up in caverns beneath forgotten sea-bottoms... ''
Ô Cthulhu!
6. Night Gaunts
Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membranous wings,
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
They come in legions on the north wind's swell,
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well.
Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep,
Heedless of all the cries I try to make,
And down the nether pits to that foul lake
Were the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep.
But oh! If only they would make some sound ,
Or wear a face where faces should be found!
H.P. Lovecraft
From Fungi from Yuggoth (XX)
8. La Pierre Noire
De noires créatures des Temps Anciens, dit on,
Se tiennent encore cachées
En des recoins obscurs et des mondes oubliés,
Et en certaines nuits, des portes s'ouvrent encore, pour libérer
Des formes que l'enfer renfermait.
- J.Geoffrey -
J'ouvris les yeux sur aube encore blanche
Et, toujours le monolithe se dressait,
Haut et silencieux.
Les danseurs ici avaient bondis et hurlés,
Du sang avait coulé au pied de cette pierre,
Sacrifice ignoble, souffrances juvéniles.
Mais nulle marque sombre, nuls caillots de sang!
Rêve maudit, atroce réalité?
Spectres impurs d'époques lointaines.
Ignoble fragment, tu n'es qu'un clef!
Sois maudite, sombre pierre,
Toi aussi, Ô triste lune!
Ils dansent,
Ils dansent autour de la pierre!
Ils dansent,
Ils dansent autour de la pierre noire!
Chapter III, The Madness from the Sea (2004 EP)
1.
The Call of Cthulhu
2.
Nemesis I
3.
Dagon
4.
Quelque Chose...
2. Nemesis I
Par delà les portes du sommeil gardées par les goules
Après les abîmes de la nuit à la lune blafarde
J'ai vécu des vies sans nombres
J'ai sondé du regard toutes choses
Et je me débat et je crie jusqu'au lever du jour
Poussé à la folie par l'épouvante.
J'ai dérivé sur des océans sans fin
Sous des sinistres cieux aux nuages gris
Que déchiraient les complexes éclairs
Qui résonnaient des cris hystériques
Des gémissements de démons invisibles
Surgissants des eaux verdâtres.
H.P. Lovecraft
4. Quelque Chose...
Depuis tant d'années j'espérais ce moment
J'ai trop rêvé de cette chose dans ce cercle infernal
Et dans cette maison je l'ai trouvé,
Je sens le vide autour de moi, je deviens le vide!
Au dela des dernières portes de la folie elle m'attend.
Les ténèbres et la lumière, le temps et l'espace
Dans toutes les dimensions, dans les multivers
Le chaos et le néant se sont réunis et je m'avance.
Là où le sombre est plus que le noir
Là où rien est quelque chose
Et le sombre est plus clair que la lumière
Cela fût, cela avait toujours été là.
Car son monde est un monde plus noir que le noir
Et plus sombre que le sombre absolu.
On a sun burned plain
Where the thousand years sand hid the ruins
Of the city of columns where
No man has ever lived
I stand in the middle of the circle of salt
I draw with my crow claw
The name of the ancients
Who are remembered only by the time
In the name of Nyarlathotep
I conjure Yog Sothoth
"The one who lives among shadows"
To show me the way
I tremble seeing how the eye of the moon
Uncovers pale stumps of the ancient city
Like claws of the gigantic corpse
Shining venomous glare of decay
I fall on my face, in the middle of the circle
I twist and twine in pain
Something stitched my bowels
Like oil, was poured into my bones
Heaven was covered by the misty glow
Stinking and cold - unimaginabily evil
"The one who has no name" noticed me
From behind the abyss of time and the angles of space...
I heard the hum of worms
And the flapping of millions of small wings
I know that my time is running out
Becuse "The one who has no name" leads me...
For my name is Abdul Alhazred
And I wrote down the names of unknown creatures
I will be cursed by nations and gods
As long as the human race thinks that it rules the world...
2. The Shadow of Nyarlathotep
He is beside skulked not hidden
He looks and listens for the omen of the right time
To open the gates for them...
He is not a guard of the gate
He is a silver key
Time and space are his poisoned arms
He is the essence of the old gods
Everything and one - Nyarlathotep
In wisdom and madness of the ancient Arab
His true name is buried
And christened by the blood of millions unknown races
It is a stigma of evil in the ocean of the Universe
I got to know his mystery
Living messenger of gods
Who can see with our eyes
Dreams our dreams
Breathes the same air...
He became a human assuming the form strange to his nature
Stepped down among humans
He is everyone and he is in everyone
Close is the time
When the human hands
Will uncover twisted, sparrow-hawkâ's claws
And at night, in the mist tangled by the poisoned wind
He will find the gates older than the human race
Behind which, the tangles of Azathoth twist...
...he departs to his branch
The black emperor of not extinguished flames
In the smoke of incense, among the whispers of priests
The stigma of his name will remain marked
Pronouncing his blasphemous name
You make him present
Beware, beware, then he will see you
Only the engravings tainted by his shadow remained
In the ruins of forgotten cities
Hidden in the desert sands
And in the abysses of the deepest oceans
The frosty Kadath called him
Out there, he awaits the time
When the Earth will be young again
3. Behind the Wings of Cthulhu
Through the night howl in the sky
Through the hoof-beats of thunders
In the cry of the unborn child
In the shadow of the past
Beyond the thin line of the horizon
Beyond the most daring visions of poets
The myth that reached the verges of everything was born
Ate the gods and cast the shadow over the universe
And in its shade was born again
Being absent, it wanders among us
Dwells in every atom of the world
Deludes minds and souls
Of the sensitive creatures that call themselves
Its chosen ones
Now, it is a source of knowledge for us
Showing us the way we will walk on
Pointing the goals we want to achieve
In the shadow of its membrane wings
As long as the abysses of the ocean
and curved spaces of the universe
Remain undiscovered mystery
So long as he remains the first god in the pantheon
Forever
When you will see a phantom shadow
In the night sky beware
Even if it is only a dream
You will recognize him seeing his washed away, full of tentacles face
And the pair of membrane wings
Which will tuck in the night and the world and you
It will be the time of the awakening
Of the great Cthulhu
4. In the Strange High House in the Mist
I got through the wood with difficulty and I climbed the steep peak to reach this place. On a loft of The Strange, High House in the Mist I found the fragments of many books. Rotten pages that turned yellow and time also didn't spare its breath. In the candlelight I turned half faded pages full of strange signs and words in a language bearing no resemblance to any of human ones. It was early when I began to watch the signs but when I opened the window to feel the sea-breeze I saw darkness and a winking eye of the full moon. It's time to go. I thought, when suddenly my eyes spotted a rotten page on the floor. It was as if older than the rest, filled with writing in even more unearthly language. A few sketches were there too. They looked at me in a strange way. Like bugs. Having grabbed that page from the century old dust, I looked at it carefully and I understood every word. Maybe because the air became heavier. I've seen those signs before although in my dizziness it seemed it was a million years ago. I fell on my knees, staring blankly at the yellow-gray, stiff page. I saw peaks covered by snow, the whole mountain massif topped with Cyclop like buildings, flying creatures with membrane wings and shoggoths emerging from festering seas. Spires of unfamiliar cities, strange trees and conscious plants. I saw all of that disappearing in depths of the ocean. Being on the verge of madness, I turned the pile of the old pages like a sleepwalker. What was before? What was after? The first ray of sunlight got through the open window. It hit and restored my consciousness. It was just a moment, but long enough to abandon that side, to escape far, far away from that madness and never to return again. Many times I described The Strange, High House in the Mist to the local old men, but they all claimed that it doesn't exist. Only the one with one eye whispered to my ear that on that difficult of access mountain-side, on a feast-day, unfamiliar sounds can be heard, strange brightness can be seen in the sky. And his ancestor is thought to mention something about the strange, high house in the mist.
Phiselide (...Summoning the Blackest Emotions) (2004 LP)
1. Fire Within
2. Army of Darkness
3. I Am the Voice of Thy Suffering
4. Hérésie Céleste
5. The Night-Stalker
6. The Mists
7. A Night in My Spirit
8. Anorexia
2. Army of Darkness
(they groaned, they stirred, they all uprose
No move nor spark in their eyes
It has been so strange even in a dream
To have seen those dead men rise)
Beyond the wall of sleep
Deep in the darkest thoughts of old
I found the doors to hell open
And evil lurking outside
Shady ghosts, lost souls
Army of Azathoth the crazy one,
Ready to fill the world of dreams
With despair and nightmare
And all of them shrieking :
"We are the Ghosts
Of your faltering soul
We come together
And strike like storm"
"For we are the Ghosts
Of your dispelling soul
You ought to be ready
To leave your old weary world"
Now I fear the truth
For this demonic horde we created
Has sprung in the decaying minds
Of this crazy humanity
"Burning, the black fire of death we are
the ill-fated human being shall be consumed
hail to the violence, for the new kingdom has come
from your decaying and weak humanity"
I try to hide in the depth of my mind
But the madness of their taunts
Is reaching me and begin
To make my soul … become like theirs !
"For we are the Ghosts
Of your dispelling soul…."
6. The Mists
At the beginning there were the mists
Above the waters they rolled and they tumbled
The mists begat life for willing they were to
The world was born and its creatures too…
From the wilderness of a world of purity
Came the throng of shunning humanity
New-comers in the great realm of Earth
And they soon desired to have it whole
Many centuries have passed since then
Years of fight, despair and conquer
Evil they were and wild they behave
But the world was finally their.
"Many tongues they spoke
Many things they achieved
But war was their curse
And the mists they forgot"
"From the crazy craft of men
From their ant-like activity
The Shadow slowly grew in their heart
For the mists they forgot"
Like a vile, insidious disease
Dark sprouts had poisoned
All their silly lives and soon
Men got weary of the world
The ultimate darkness finally came
From evil thoughts and dreams gathered
The mists were back and came down slowly
And they closed the Book of History
And in the depth of the Universe
The mad Sultan began to laugh
While humanity stood still and froze
And the crazy melody of pipes dived into…
Suicidal Allegiance Upon The Sacrificial Altar Of Sublime Evil And... (2001 demo)
3. Defile the Cross
Host turned to shit, just like his words
Buried under the ruins of pathetic heaven
Host turned to shit, just like his bible
Defeated by deadly sin, defeated by my sin
I am here to defile the cross
Satan's son, beast unleashed, the unborn
Hate me! I'm father of decadence
Slayer of your decrepit god.
I am here to bury your dreams
In the cesspit of this dead world
Where jehova dwells with his bitch
Where jehova dwells with his bitch
Cross is defiled
jesus die
Cross is defiled
jesus die
I am here to defile the cross
Don't you want to look as I piss
Into the mouth of jewish king
Before he die, he must to drink.
I am here to enthrone the Black Goat
Upon the throne of disgrace
Lets feast upon christ's rotting flesh
Lets feast upon christ's rotting flesh
Cross is defiled
jesus died
Cross is defiled
jesus died
Bow to the Horned Lord
Plunge into splendour
of bottomless darkness
Bow to the Black Goat
with thousand youngs
Bow! ...and die!
Gods of Abhorrence (2002 split)
3. Defile the Cross
Agonizing Journey Through the Burning Universe and Transcendental Ritual of Transfiguration (2003 LP)
4. Deus Mortem
I will go down to the altars in hell
To Satan, giver of life
Diabolus!
Diabolus rise!
Rise in the circle of this bloody oath
Come forth Horned Lord I summon Thee
I'm ready to die and to kill my doom
I summon Thee from Your underworld tomb
Diabolus!
Diabolus rise!
Rise Goat and rape all fucking virginity
Make holy figures bow to the Evil One
Shit on the holy altar, let them eat
I summon Thee in the name of hate and death
Diabolus!
Diabolus rise!
Rise Great Snake and bite pathetic holiness
Lead to eternal decay and altars of hell
Suffocate all those weak heavenly lambs
I summon Thee from abysmal darkness
Diabolus!
Diabolus rise!
Rise Sathanas, Master of slow agony
Give her Thy unholy semen and blood
I'm ready to die and to cut myself
I summon Thee from the underworld
Diabolus!
Diabolus rise!
Veni, omnipotens aeternae Diabolus!
Agios o Satanas!
Agios o Baphomet!
Agios o Atazoth!
Agios o Atazoth!
Angeldeathhttp://www.myspace.com/angeldeath518 Screams From Beyond (2003 EP)
2. The Black Gate
Ia Cthulhu,
Great spawn of the abyss.
I summon thy presence,
Come forth and manifest.
Thou that lies dead and dreaming,
Hear thy serpent call to thee.
Open up your blackened gate,
Hear me, Lord of Dreams.
Dead gods of ancient Earth,
You are their highest priest.
You are the oldest one,
You are most ancient of all.
Calling on your demon god,
May your kingdom rise once more.
I summon, greatest god,
Pass this gate, let us dream.
Blood spilled on your ancient altar,
Blasphemous rites call you now.
Pass this gate of damnation,
Dream eternal death.
Master of our highest god,
Lord of Darkness.
Zi dingir Cthulhu kampa,
Listen and remember.
3. Divine Sacrifice
In the mountain tower,
Tortured screams be heard there.
As I descend to Hell,
Gifts of blood I offer.
In my chamber, shackled,
Here I await my pain.
Bring eternal horror.
Now the ones awaken.
The Ancients have been calling from their highest throne, Amongst the clouds.
Eternities of pain to the ones who will not follow,
Burning infidelities scream from the pits of flame.
Pray with us to Azathoth, your father has no mercy.
Here I lie tormented,
Forever damned to pain.
Fires burning brighter,
Victim of their faith.
Sacrificial slaughter for the higher gods,
Human blood the nectar of our ancient ones.
Blissful sleep of dreaming in your catacombs,
Awaken to accept our gift of blackened souls.
The Ancients have been calling from their highest throne, Amongst the clouds.
Eternities of pain to the ones who will not follow,
Burning infidelities scream from the pits of flame.
Pray with us to Azathoth, your father has no mercy.
Cast your spells upon the mass of infidels,
Christians burning on the cross of blasphemy.
Fires burning high up in the ripping sky,
Blood running down upon the heaving Earth.
Bound and gagged for torture,
On my knees they whip me.
Crying out to their god,
Ancients come and claim...me!
4. Spires of Inferno
Marching on the ways of death,
Screaming souls ablaze.
Spires of inferno,
Dancing in the sky.
Pillars reigning high,
Carven and grotesque.
Depicting the Great Gods,
Burn the false within.
Spires of inferno,
Standing eternal.
Bellowing smoke from the great abyss,
An effigy of the blasphemous.
Called down the from the waking world,
Damned to bondage, feast for ghouls.
Writhing in the flesh and bone,
Of those before now stain the throne.
Spires of inferno,
Standing eternal.
Bellowing smoke from the Great Abyss,
An effigy of the blasphemous.
Pillars reigning high,
Shine your mercy down upon me.
Kneeling at the bleeding altar,
Endless night within the pit.
Prancing to the demon piping,
Mindless God, you are great.
Pass your gate, chant aloud,
Mourners of the end of Earth.
Marching on the ways of death,
Screaming souls ablaze.
Spires of inferno,
Dancing in the skies!
7. Abominations
Blazing fires in the sky,
Spawn of Satan, Christians die.
Azathoth, our Mindless God,
Rising forth in burning fog.
Children,
Demon spawn.
Children,
Infernal dawn.
Praise the Beast,
Chant his name.
Demon piping,
Rebirth has come.
Born again,
Within the flames.
Cleanse our will,
Kneel and pray!
Open up the gates of Hell,
The ghouls and ghasts who toll the bell.
Calling on the demon child,
Abominations running wild.
Blasphemy,
Rites of fire.
Blasphemy,
Cut your flesh and pray.
Praise the Beast,
Chant his name.
Demon piping,
Rebirth has come.
Born again,
Within the flames,
Cleanse our will.
Kneel and pray!
Blasphemies down from the sky,
Starborn sin with wings they fly.
Pentagrams inscribed on the altar,
Ia Cthulhu kia kampa.
Die upon the cross of lies,
Demon flames that burn your eyes.
Endless gulfs devoid of light,
The chanting grows, the ancient rite.
Call forth the demon spawn,
Consumers of the damned.
Call forth thy cleansing flames,
Make pure this sacred altar.
Praise the Beast,
Chant his name.
Demon piping,
Rebirth has come.
After Death (USA) http://www.myspace.com/afterdeath Vibrations (2000 EP)
1.
Intro
2.
Nocturnus
3.
Jesus Will Weep Again
4.
Invocation to Cthulhu
5.
Temple of Cthulhu
6.
Cthullha's Astral Mix - b.tr.
Retronomicon (2007 best of/compilation)
1.
The Calling / Lords of The Black Path
2.
As Below So Above
3.
The Star Chamber of Isis
4.
The Secret Cycle
5.
Birth/Death Intro
6.
0-2
7.
Astral Staircase
8.
Reviving The Gods
9.
Consumed By Fire / Sulphur, Mercury And Salt
10.
Darkness Intro
11.
Nocturnus
12.
Jesus Will Weep Again
13.
Invocation to Cthulhu
14.
Temple of Cthulhu
3. The Star Chamber of Isis
Priests of Heliopolis, Holders of the Secret Feast, Embalmers of the Ancient Sect, Perform the Holy Rite of Death.
The Veil that holds the Holy Gem, In the blackened land of Khem, Taken from the Pharoah's brain, Leads you to the Astral Realm.
Behold I dwell within The Star Chamber of Isis
Beneath my feet is the sandy silt of the Sacred Nile
It's halls are long and narrow, with corridors that gleam. It's walls are like silver, that illuminate this Holy Place.
As I approach the entrance, to the chamber within. I give the secret sign, to the guarded door.
Behold I dwell within The Star Chamber of Isis
Beneath my feet is the sandy silt of the Sacred Nile
I come into the presence, of the Ancient Gods. I ask them to bestow on me, their wisdom, power and seed.
I feel their energy pulsing, in my heart and veins. As the sleeping serpent, travels to my brain.
The wisdom that they gave me, the visions I did see. The gateway to the soul, now I have The Key!
4. The Secret Cycle
The end of an era, the Sign of The Fish, as the cosmic wheel turns through the vast Universe.
The secret 13th sign appears in the sky, Ophiuchus Serpent Holder will return again.
The date is set in stone monuments, from many cultures around the world.
The calendar ends, but not as time. A new cycle begins, as The Aeon arrives.
From the Western Ocean the Dragon appears, as he emerges from his watery womb.
Lightning strikes as tides rise, volcanoes burst as the earth cracks.
The skies will open, as the sun disappears, in an infinite void.
The stars will rain down, upon the black earth, when Typhon takes his throne once again!
The Ancients have returned to take their place, as they enter the Crimson Gates, to travel to the world through the spaces inbetween.
Emerging through the angles that are unseen, freed from their dark abyss, awaken from the cosmic depths of space.
Come to wreak havoc on the human race, the Stellar Cult takes it's place, when the Stars align on that fateful night.
As the Aeon of Osiris dies, and a new one begins, resurrected from the past again.
From the Western Ocean the Dragon appears, as he emerges from his watery womb.
Lightning strikes as tides rise, volcanoes burst as the earth cracks.
The skies will open, as the sun disappears, in an infinite void.
The stars will rain down, upon the black earth, when Typhon takes his throne once again!
The Great Old Ones, from The Book of Dead Names, are called forth, by the Typhonian Cult.
Ophidian Current is raised, through the Secret Formula. The Gods take shape, out of the Primordial Chaos.
Yog Sothoth appears, as Master of Himself - Nyarlathotep appears, in the name of Creeping Chaos.
Cthulhu appears, from the deepest abyss - Hastur appears, from The Star Orion
Shub-Niggurath appears, goat of a thousand young - Azathoth appears, Blind God without End.
The 13th tribe comes forth, a new race begins, as an old one ends.
The Gods now take posession, of what was once theirs, from The Beginning and until The End.
