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viernes, 21 de enero de 2011

Mythos & Music: Abigor

Abigor  http://www.myspace.com/abigorhorde
Satanized (A Journey Through Cosmic Infinity) (2001 LP)



4. Galaxies and Eons Decline

Hail you forgotten gods
Sleeping the step of death
Return to blood soaked power
To fierce tyrants reign
They somnambulate on burning foots prints
Haunting black infinity
The shadows beyond the stars
Unholy flesh of shoggots distorting time and space
Black tentacles atrocious – mouldery slimy trace
Recover the lands of an eons lasting dream
To enslave all mortal life
And bring madness over men
Hail you forgotten gods
Sleeping the step of death
Buried you dwell in R’lyeh
Receive my words – chaos… arise!
Winds of time chase my prayers
Through the depths – resurrect!
Wake the dead dreaming gods
Cthulhu thee who lurks beyond the threshold
Buried under black withered megaliths
Under cold and bare distant desert planets
In abyssmal depths beyond blinking stars
Fleshless bodies dream of a new return
Drunk now is my blood, opened is the path
Ancient Ones return, cosmic wrath unleashed
Shub Niggrath bleat! Yog Sothoth arise!
Voices chanting pain – scream from a thousand mouths
Forces raising dead mountains of flesh
Protoplasmic waves spilled from outer space
Transformed is my flesh, blackened now my heart
Fallen my disguise – shoggot forces mine!
The triumphatic rise of the Ancient Ones
Invading land, sea and sky in their lust for chaos…
An age of occult worship
ph’nglui mglw nath Cthuluhu R’lyeh wgahnagl fhtagn…
To flesh turned fear in grey disguise
Has lead it’s trail for eons long
And eons more it will lead on until the galaxy declines
Yet Luna splits her gruesome rains
Of light over a world in fright
And while the tides of time pass by
The grey still walks these haunted planes…

 

Mythos & Music: Aarni

Aarni  http://www.myspace.com/aarni
Demo 2001





2. The Black Keyes (Of R'lyeh)

 

Five hundred years has gone since I summoned thee, I learnt all thy lore and made everyone worship me.

The Picatrix of Dee, which thou didst give to me, made me grow tentacles and helped me conquer eternity.

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The Black Keyes of R'lyeh and Cthulhu arise, bring about your glory and our imminent demise,

The Black Keyes of yore rising from the sea, give me true power as promised by Johnny Dee!

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Now thou art dead, yet I live forevermore. I became the shoggoth-master and Deep Ones hold me in awe.

"Alterius non sit qui suus esse potest", Paracelsus stands by my side because I resurrected him.

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The Black Keyes of R'lyeh and Cthulhu arise, bring about your glory and our imminent demise,

The Black Keyes of yore rising from the sea, give me true power as promised by Johnny Dee!

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"O spiritus Itnaal et Cthulhu! Accipite sacrificium ut nihil contra me et contra clavem nigrem valeat sera ubi ista clavis ponetur."

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The Black Keyes of R'lyeh and Cthulhu arise!

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"Alterius non sit qui suus esse potest".


4. Persona Mortuae Cutis (orig. "Dead Skin Mask" by Slayer)

 

'Yog-Sothoth est clavis portaque'

Cum primis digitis cutem mulceo; bladus carnis mortuae frigidaeque mihi placet
Imagines provocatives, fili delicati, odos placitus in face Lunae

Salta cum mortuis in mei somnis, aures praebe clamoribus cavatis
Mortui animam meam ceperunt; temptamen curam perdiderunt

Risus simplices lumina psychotica eludant, amitte totam curam animae
Ratio de-clinat, lumina vociva creationes capiunt

Salta cum mortuis in mei somnis, aures praebe clamoribus cavatis
Mortui animam meam ceperunt; temptamen curam perdiderunt

Cum primis digitis cutem mulceo; bladus carnis mortuae caldae rationes pacificat
Membri incisi me ornant, cutem ante me adulor

Salta cum mortuis in mei somnis, aures praebe clamoribus cavatis
Mortui animam meam ceperunt; temptamen curam perdiderunt

Salta!

'Yog-Sothoth est clavis portaque'.



Aarni / Umbra Nihil (2002 split)


1. Ubbo-Sathla

"...For Ubbo-Sathla is the source and the end. Before the coming of
Zhothaqquah or Yok-Zothoth or Kthulhut from the stars, Ubbo-Sathla dwelt in
the steaming fens of the newmade Earth: a mass without head or members,
spawning the grey, formless efts of the prime and the grisly prototypes of
terrene life... And all earthly life, it is told, shall go back at last
through the great circle of time to Ubbo-Sathla." - The Book of Eibon


5. Reaching Azathoth

Iä Azathoth.

"That last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and
bubbles at the center of all infinity - the boundless daemon sultan
Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in
inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening
beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes." -
H.P. Lovecraft


Duumipeikon Paluu (2002 demo)


5. Reaching Azathoth



Tohcoth (2008 LP)




1. Coniuratio Sadoquae

 


To you, Great Unnamable
The sign of the Black Stars
and the Sigil of toad-shaped Tsathoggua

The summit of knowledge is to know nothing
and the reward of sin is life

Thus we travel to the stars


3. Riding Down The Miskatonic On A Dead Thing




Omnimantia (2008 EP)



03. This is Not a Mask

 We seek the face behind the masks of existence and non-existence
Yet, behind the innermost mask, we find stark emptiness.

Yet...this is not a mask

In this masquerade we wear masks over our masks
Yet, behind the innermost mask, we find stark emptiness.

Yet...this is not a mask

The King In Yellow in us asks:
"Can you see the masquerade for the masks?"

Yet...this is not a mask
You are now free

 

 

07. Lovecraft Knew

 

Every man is an island, an island of ignorance; it was not meant that we should voyage far. Islands of ignorance...

We are a mere horde of apes (bunch of simian fucks) and it was not meant that we should voyage far; our emptiness screams at the very stars.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones

Frosty from the interstellar void undescribable presences loom overhead; liberated mankind fucking and killing in mirth.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones

Their titanic masses tip our planet's axis; cyclopean storms and monstrous waves come crashing.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones

At last tectonic convulsions mark the end of terrene life.

Under the rule of the Great Old Ones