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"...ET TENEBRAE FACTAE SUNT IN UNIVERSAM TERRAM usque in horam nonam. ET OBSCURATUS EST SOL, et velum templi scissum est medium..." (Novum Testamentum secundum Lucam, caput 23, scripta 44-45)
Never did the mantle of Evil cover such vast regions of this poor, miserable world of ours. Never was Darkness celebrated in such a terrifying way. Never again did the Essence of Darkness manifest itself with such power. The deities of Hades inspired the minds and hands of the four infernal musicians and made them give birth to "In The Nightside Eclipse".
From the monumental intro flows a sulfurous, liquid sound, introducing the listener to the recesses of a world that should not be discovered...
The devastating riffs of "Into the Infinity Of Thoughts" burst forth, whirling furiously in hallucinatory games of solos and vocals that are nothing but a mere prelude to what the symphony of the eclipse still conceals. Ihsahn's scream is tormented, suffocated, claustrophobic in bringing to light one of the four black gems that composed the diadem of "Emperor". "Kosmic Keys To My Creations & Times" re-emerges, revealing its arcane aura of frost, once hidden by the characteristic raw production. The melody is scratched and distorted by a continuous feral solo that grows and seems to fade in harmony with a spectral choir. A sharp, thin ice pervades the body before the mind, infiltrating every single passage, in every vocal explosion of Ihsahn. Throughout, a tyrannical Faust prevails, with drumming that seems to mark the few, very few moments before Armageddon.
"Beyond The Great Vast Forest" displays a power that the band will never reach again. Samoth and Tchort fuse a piercing guitar and a dark, fierce bass, creating a unique and unrepeatable sound that resonates throughout the track like an omen of Death. A chilling scream in its lacerating purity opens "Towards The Pantheon". The melodic scheme is massive, anchored by an obsessive bass into which a frigid guitar insinuates itself, depicting an almost sensually perverse encounter. A dark piano scale with hypnotic tones numbs the body like an unhealthy slumber... "The Majesty Of Nightsky", baroquely majestic, plunges the consciousness into a sick introspection. Samoth constructs a system of solos with dusky shades around an inhuman Ihsahn, whose voice narrates the mysteries of the night mantle with a malign reverberation, seeming to extinguish the stars and dim the celestial bodies, casting the cosmos into total darkness.
But the atrocious ascent has not yet found its peak...
That same hymn that tormented your nights and distanced you from Morpheus's embrace now resounds cloaked in a new, malevolent aura. "I Am The Black Wizard", stripped of the veil of impurity that once covered its dark beauty, now appears in all its ominous power
A fierce duet between drums and guitar envelops a scream painfully perfect. The initial fury wanes, replaced by a growing anxiety, evolving into a new instrumental insertion of unheard violence, this time enhanced by a sinuous solo of agonizing allure. The voice scourges the melody, superbly overlaying the guitar, assuming its same excruciating notes. The impetuous, thunderously insistent progression abruptly fades, making way for the gentle rise of a choir that darkly echoes. A growl blends in the final part, awakening a dark and violent instrumental power. The venomous, corrosive scream dominates the melody, distorting its complexity, brutalizing and simplifying it to a single, obsessive, infernal repetition of scream that slowly fades into an icy silence.
But there will be no time for peace. A gloomy bass and drum line introduces a choral insertion celebrating the Fallen Angel in Latin… the majestic and fierce sounds of "Inno A Satana" are accompanied by a scream that seems to rise from the inferno. An intricate and elegant instrumental part alternates with the very violent eruptions of a bass that infects with its somber laments a melody that seems to echo among the infinite naves of the Cathedral of the Damned. Samoth veils the symphonic sequences with piercing solos. The cadence is marked by disturbing pauses in which Ihsahn dialogues with a dark arpeggio, immediately followed by the aforementioned Gregorian choir, which, swaying, grows in intensity, obsessively repeating the title of the track, until it darkens the voice. A final, agonizing hiss... then everything is silent.
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02 Into the Infinity of Thoughts (08:14)
As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway
and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise...
Into the night I wander, like many nights before,
and like in my dreams, but centuries ago.
Under the Moon, under the trees.
Into the Infinity of Darkness,
beyond the light of a new day,
into the frozen nature chilly,
beyond the warmth of the dying Sun.
Hear the whispering of the wind,
the Shadows calling...
I gaze into the Moon which grants me visions
these twelve full Moon nights of the year,
and for each night the light of the holy disciples fades away.
Weaker and weaker, one by one.
Weaker and weaker, one by one.
I gaze into the Moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes,
my eyes cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside.
It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world,
into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming reality.
In the name of the almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride,
carrying the Blacksword at hand, in warfare.
I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones.
Despair will be brought upon
the hoping children of happiness.
Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse
will pollute sadness, sadness and hate
under the reign of fear.
The lands will grow black.
There is no Sunrise yet to come
into the wastelands of phantoms lost.
The lands will grow black.
There is no Sunrise yet to come.
May these moments under the Moon be eternal.
May the infinity haunt me... In Darkness.
04 Cosmic Keys to My Creations & Times (06:06)
The heaves are lit by the stars
where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself
Reflected in the deepless lakes they are drowning in black elements
They are the planetary keys to unlimited wisom and
power for the Emperor to obtain
They being the gods of the wolves whom upon they bark at night
requesting their next victim in thirst of blood I enjoy those moments I may haunt with these beasts of the nigh
What kinds of beings are existing at the deeps of my lakes?
They surely must be of an evil race
for no friendly thing can live in such depressive waters
Here is also a planet similar to the moon
but it's phases is only one and it is in it's most powerful for all and ever...
There passes no light without the barking of the wolves
All these landscapes are timeless
and this is all just a part of cosmos
but all is mine and past and future is yet to discover...
Much have been discovered, but tomorrow I will realise I existed before myself
I will be reborn before I die
I will realise planets ages old, created
by a rules with a crown of dragon claws
arrived with a stargate...
05 Beyond the Great Vast Forest (06:00)
Beyond the great vast forest,
surrounded by majestic mountains,
dark rivers float like tears of sorrow.
Frost submerge the holy ring of fire.
They shall rise again, for they are of Him....
The Dark Lord of eternities.
These are the Devils of Darkness.
They can not be laid to rest forever.
Resurrection... They shall haunt again,
"Phantom der nacht" the creatures of the night.
Blood is life. Blood is life.
Their art of death is infernal,
like their life eternal.
See the castle so proud,
but yet so grey and cold.
Their art of death is infernal,
like their life eternal.
See the castle so proud,
but yet so grey and cold.
Grey and cold.
Grey and cold.
The frost submerge. The Moon is on the rise.
Hear the nocturnal howling of the wolves...
the children of the night. They shall rise again,
resurrected through our gathering of the ancient and evil.
They shall rise again, for they are of Him....
The Dark Lord of eternities.
These are the Devils of Darkness.
They can not be laid to rest forever.
Resurrection... They shall haunt again,
"Phantom der nacht", the creatures of the night.
Blood is life. Blood is life.
In the name of the almighty Emperor they shall rise
and forever wander the land beyond the great vast forest.
06 Towards the Pantheon (05:57)
May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of darkness arise. We will travel for
eternity's into the unknown to reach what we seek. Right the ways through the barriers
of light, through wastelands where nothing but grief have become the eternal memory.
Shield of life, sword of death held up high into the sky. Guided by the shining moon
into the starry sky above. In the horizon beyond black clouds of destruction rages like
dancing shadows of pain. We will grant Him their pain. He will grant us His flame. In
flesh and blood. He will arise to deliver the key. As the armors black robe slides
across the landscape, we will see the land of wisdom, strength and pure evil... Darkness,
frost hate... the throne will be ours. May the wolves start to howl again. May the age of
darkness arise. May we touch the black flames of the past again... and forevermore.
07 The Majesty of the Nightsky (04:53)
Like the tide, shadows flow towards the shore of light.
The night comes whirling like a maelstrom.
Warring waves of crackling clouds embrace this nightside landscape.
The heavens bleed, through open wounds, the dim light of the Moon.
The winds are crying mournfully and tears fly with the gusts.
They whip my clenched faces freezing skin with ice-cold burning cuts.
Too long I have suffered the desert sands of time.
But as I drown in darkness it will release the sign.
My soul will leave this mortal coil of flesh and earthly life,
to fly into the mist of night, into the nightside eclipse,
and experience existence on the other side.
As a stone of scorching enthusiasm
I refract the reflecting surface of this unfathomable sea.
Growing circles of grief and pain slides across the land
as an omen of the horror yet to come.
The strength of a thousand fire-breathing demons
breed in my infernal, sinking soul.
And as I reach the surface once again
these powers are under my control.
Now I am one with the night sky majesty.
08 I Am the Black Wizards (06:00)
Mightiest am I,
but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine.
For the black hills consists of black souls,
souls that already dies one thousand deaths.
Behind the stone walls (of centuries) they breed their black art.
Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold.
Far up in the mountains,
where the rain fall not far,
yet the Sun cannot reach.
The wizards, my servants,
summon the souls of macrocosm.
No age will escape my wrath.
I travel through time and I return to the future.
I gather wisdom now lost.
I visit again the eternally ancient caves,
before a mighty Emperor thereupon came.
Watching the mortals "discovering" my chronicles, guarded
by the old demons, even unknown to me.
Once destroyed their souls are being summoned
to my timeless prison of hate.
It is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls
that were destroyed in my future.
How many wizards that serve me with evil, I know not.
My empires has no limits.
From the never ending mountains black, to the bottomless lakes.
I am the ruler and has been for eternities long.
I am them.
(I am them.)
(I am them.)
From the never ending mountains black, to the bottomless lakes.
I am the ruler and has been for eternities long.
My wizards are many, but their essence is mine.
Forever they are in the hills in their stone homes of grief.
Because I am the spirit of their existence.
I am them.
I am them.
I am them.
09 Inno a Satana (04:47)
O' mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision.
Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife.
Thou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow.
Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm.
Harkee.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion
nor will to answer whosoever asketh the why.
Thy path is capricious but yet so wide.
With no such thing as an impediment to strong.
Every time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine,
I take another step towards Thy Pantheon.
O' mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision.
Thou whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife.
Thou whose presence dwelleth in every shadow.
Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm.
Harkee.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou art the king of howling wolves.
Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion
nor will to answer whosoever asketh the why.
Forever wilt I bleed for Thee.
Forever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name.
Forever wilt I serve Thee.
Thou shalt forever prevail.
Inno a Satana. Inno a Satana.
Inno a Satana. Inno a Satana.
Inno a Satana.
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