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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)
Mai il manto del Male giunse più a coprire così vaste regioni di questo nostro povero, misero mondo. Mai l'Oscurità fu più celebrata in così terrificante modo. Mai più l'Essenza del Buio si manifestò con cotanta potenza. Le Divinità dell'Ade ispirarono la mente e la mano dei quattro musici infernali e fero loro partorire "In The Nightside Eclipse".
Dalla monumentale intro sgorga un suono sulfureo, liquido, che introduce l'ascoltatore nei recessi di un mondo che non dovrebbe essere scoperto...
I devastanti riff di "Into the Infinity Of Thoughts" irrompono vorticando furiosamente in allucinanti giochi di assoli e voce che altro non sono se non un semplice preludio a ciò che la sinfonia dell'eclissi ancora cela. Lo scream di Ihsahn è sofferto, soffocato, claustrofobico nel riportare alla luce una delle quattro gemme nere che componevano il diadema di "Emperor". "Kosmic Keys To My Creations & Times" riemerge, svelando il suo arcano alone di gelo, prima occultato dalla caratteristica produzione grezza. La melodia è graffiata e distorta da un ferale assolo continuo che cresce e pare spegnersi in accordo con uno spettrale coro. Un ghiaccio tagliente, sottile, pervade il corpo prima della mente, si insinua in ogni singolo passaggio, in ogni esplosione vocale di Ihsahn. Su tutto imperversa un tirannico Faust, con un drumming che sembra scandire i pochi, pochissimi istanti che precedono Armagedon.
"Beyond The Great Vast Forest" sfoggia una potenza che la band non riuscirà più a toccare. Samoth e Tchort fondono una chitarra lancinante e un basso cupo, feroce, creando un suono unico e irripetibile che risuona per la traccia come un monito di Morte. Uno scream agghiacciante nella sua lacerante purezza apre "Towards The Pantheon". Lo schema melodico è massiccio, imperniato su un basso ossessivo in cui si insinua una chitarra gelida, descrivendo un incontro quasi sensualmente perverso. Una tenebrosa scala pianistica dalle gradazioni ipnotiche intorpidisce il corpo come un sonno malsano... "The Majesty Of Nightsky", baroccamente maestosa, inabissa la coscienza in un'introspezione malata. Samoth costruisce un sistema di assoli dalle crepuscolari sfumature attorno a un Ihsahn disumano, la cui voce narra i misteri del manto notturno con un riverbero maligno, che pare spegnere le stelle e offuscare gli astri gettando il cosmo nell'oscurità totale.
Ma l'atroce ascesa non ha ancora trovato il suo apice...
Quello stesso inno che aveva tormentato le vostre notti e che vi aveva allontanato dall'abbraccio di Morfeo risuona ora avvolto in una nuova, malefica aura. "I Am The Black Wizard", spogliata dal velo di impurità che ne aveva coperto la tetra bellezza, appare ora in tutto il suo oscuro potere
Un duetto feroce fra batteria e chitarra avviluppa uno scream dolorosamente perfetto. L'iniziale furia scema, sostituita da un'ansia crescente, che si evolve in un nuovo inserimento strumentale di violenza inaudita, stavolta impreziosita da un sinuoso assolo di angosciante fascino. La voce flagella la melodia sovrapponendosi superbamente alla chitarra, assumendone le stesse strazianti note. L'incedere impetuoso, fragorosamente assillante, si spegne all'improvviso per lasciare spazio al sorgere lieve di un coro che echeggia cupamente. Un growl vi si fonde nella parte finale risvegliando una potenza strumentale tetra e violenta. Lo scream velenoso e corrosivo sovrasta la melodia fino a storpiarne la complessità, abbrutendola e semplificandola fino a ridurla ad un'unica, ossessiva, infernale ripetizione di scream che svanisce lentamente in un silenzio gelido.
Ma non ci sarà tempo per la quiete. Un cupo giro di basso e batteria introduce un inserimento corale che celebra in lingua latina l'Angelo Caduto…le maestose e feroci sonorità di "Inno A Satana" si accompagnano ad uno scream che pare salire dagli inferi. Una parte strumentale intricata ed elegante si alterna alle violentissime irruzioni di un basso che ammorba con i suoi foschi lamenti una melodia che pare rimbombare fra le infinite navate della Cattedrale dei Dannati. Samoth vela le sequenze sinfoniche con lancinanti assoli. La cadenza è segnata da inquietanti pause in cui Ihsahn dialoga con un arpeggio tenebroso, subito seguito dal suddetto coro gregoriano, che ondeggiando, cresce d'intensità ripetendo ossessivamente il titolo della track, fino ad oscurare la voce. Un ultimo, spasimante sibilo... poi tutto è silente.
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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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