Towards Haunted Shores

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Half an hour of melancholic, dark and nekromantic black/death metal.

Mixed and mastered by Dan Swanö from the mighty UNISOUND.

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releases 05 June 2017

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Track Name: She Dwells the Moors
She Dwells The Moors schreef:A noxious fume cloaks the Russian meadows in death.
- She dwells the moors
A frail pale figure ascends the cobbled pathway to Hell.
- A haunting guest
Cloaked and stumbling, she's a skeletal nymph struggling to reach the gates
Towards a dim lit portal to ultimately seal her fate.

'Come forth, my child. Now speak... What burdens thee?
Which suffering led you into submission?
Thy eyes, once bright, in arcane possession...'

'Father, Saviour... Forgive me,
for I have sinned.
Repentance, my hope, now gone...
Where do I even begin?'

She dwells the Moors
Maimed and gored
She dwells the moors
That Impious whore.

Hunted, endless cold nights of hiding
Banished, degraded, left to die
Alone, befouled, condemned
Countless prayers under nightly skies.

'Unanswered,
Have the gods left me to die?
My piousness, worthless...
Where is my Divine Guide?'

'Fear not, My Child... But why have you fallen into abandon?
Thy loins are pure and your heart is strong...
Always submissive to the will of Our Lord...
Why has your stature fallen?'

'There is a seed in me, father.
Incessantly growing... I can sense it's grotesque form.
Merciless, it's gnawing. With forked tongue.
Leeching on my insides.
I don't recollect the inception... Just a terrible slumber.
Opiates? A ritual inception? Sacrilege.
How could they, Father? I have been befouled.
Villagers, I reckon.
Filth.


'In the name of the father and the Holy Spirit.
I know this possession you speak of.
I was there. I must confess to the Divine.
It's true... My dearest.
You carry it... The monstrosity...
Our child.'


This cannot be, have You delivered this ordeal?
- She dwells the moors
This endless nightmare, this chasm filled by grief.
- A haunting guest
You have betrayed me father... Sacriligious worm.
Under the prentense of empathy... Your fate now lies conceiled.

She dwells the Moors
Maimed and gored
She dwells the moors
That Impious whore.

Henceforth she dwelleth onwards to her grave
A full moon burial and not at the stake.
She kneels down at the foot of the lake
Accepts the cold embrace by the arms of the seas.

Veiled in moss and sludge, she roams the lake
Instilling fear in their hearts
In the claws of trepidation
Perpetual darkness fell on the town by the water
She died to be born again
Blessed be, father
Track Name: The Thing in the Deep
Comrades, fellow sinners, libertines
Condemned to the obscure…
Under the banner of death we steered
towards these haunted shores…

Adrift across the ocean
An ebony swarming mass
Our vessel, a decrepit coffin
Above The Thing in the Deep

These waves, incessantly striking
Roaring, crashing… Everlasting
In tune with the thing in the deep
Shapeless it patiently sleeps

A shadow below us in slumber,
brooding, lying, into hiding
In tune with the thing in the deep
In icy waters, and chasms it leers

As the silence turned into a low thundering roar, deep below us
The Thing moved in macabre slow motion.
Directing the waves, a brooding symphony
A baneful stench poisoned the November skies…

Rain and thunder
Procreate
Storm and hail
Fornicate

Walls of water
Out of breath
Grotesque downpour
Waltz of death

A shadow below us in slumber,
brooding, lying, into hiding
In tune with the thing in the deep
In icy waters, and chasms it leers

And suddenly
Abaft the beam
It did arise, from the deep.

Ruthlessly, taunting me
Suddenly, adrift at sea.

Abhorrent, maleficent
Churning waves
Malcontent

Evoked
From netherworlds
Jet black darkness
Gave it birth

The thing in the deep
The thing in the deep
The thing in the deep
adrift at sea
Track Name: Three Spells
Into the abyss, drifting solemnly
Blissful anodyne haze
Lure of Netherworlds

Consumed by darkness
As serpents squirmed, emerging
In baneful sorrow drenched
As nightfall unfurled

Thelemic wisdom burning
Opium dazed nightmares
Morbid figures luring
Chtonian spirit lair

This tribulation, madness
Sorrow silenced, fast
Anaesthetic bliss
Hear, the spell is cast…

Come to me
Commander, Guide
Step forth and take my hand

The silver seraph perished
By devilish depths consumed
Step forth, arise o dark one
Three Spells to break the curse

Drink from the chalice of wisdom
Woe upon those souls unmoved
Heretic madness burning
Three spells, three oaths, three skulls

Transformations
Mutated monstrous figures
Amorph creatures staring
Eyeless, soulless, faceless.

Opium nightmares breeding
Phantasmagoric dreaming
Macabre psychosis leering
Three spells, three oaths, three skulls!

Ascension
Towards the spirit world
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth

Immolation
Towards the spirit world
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth

Transformations
Amorph creatures staring
Eyeless, soulless, faceless.

Transformations
Amorph creatures staring
Towards the spirit world

Transformations
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth

Transformations
Beyond the realm of stars
In death we find rebirth

Transformations
In death we find rebirth

In death we find rebirth!
Track Name: Code Noir
In the name of Bon Dieu I recall
a tale that shattered the dreams of us all,
we, disciples of the elder faith
with the Loa, keepers of our spirit gate

Bugid Y Aiba, herald of war
Avenge the evil they're liable for
Self-proclaimed erudites
Pompous, insolent parasites

In the name of science they would oppress
Their baleful trail drenched in blood and heinousness

As our village was plundered and torched
Our spirit, flesh and cult was scorched
Debased and violated
A stigma branded on our head!

Baron Kriminel, judgement betide
those who ravaged our land and our pride
Strike fear into their hearts
Ere head from body departs

In the name of science they would oppress
Their baleful trail drenched in blood and heinousness

I stood behind the trees and witnessed
a display of atrocity and vice
The tortured cries of my beloved
still echoed through my mind
…through my mind

I dragged myself onto their ship
surrounded for weeks by rats and the stench of disease
to finally stray into Parisian alleyways

"A race so trivial… Barbarians, mere animals
unworthies, impure and devolved...

Let's exploit these peasants and have beens,
they're lecherous, disgusting, repulsive, obscene and unclean

Abolish their habits, rituals and families,
burn their houses, they're cursed
Deny their presence, convictions and heritage
unburied they will be, food for vultures"

So say your blessings, dear mad men
In this world, belong no more
A sacrifice in blood you will be
to feed the Iwa

Say your blessings, dear mad men
For this world is no longer yours
Kneel down and bid adieu to the ground
As the barons escort you underground

La Croix!
Samedi!
Cimitière!
Kriminel!

I thank you for your future contribution
to the spirit world in which you will reside
This ritual, materialized, will put an end to
the suffering of those sacrificed

So quiet now, for soon you'll be dead
Fear not
as I
Fear not
as I claim your head