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Hellfire & Funeral Bells
08:17
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In my study chamber
I write these final lines
By the light of black candles
My tale is taking form
The mansions lies in silence
My servants sent away
Now to the finest whisky
My mind drifts back
Once I was a beggar on the street
Until I met a strange, old priest
His eyes aglow with eerie light
A soft voice somehow drowning out the din of night
He offered me a hundred years of bliss
This crown lain on my head hiding a serpent kiss
My solemn oath was all he asked
And from that day I've not looked back
'Cause fortune followed everywhere I'd go
Immerse wealth was upon me bestowed
Knowledge without boundaries
Life without regret
So on this night I'll face my doom and die just as I lived
Then in the distant sleeping country side,
Silence has been broken by a tolling of great bronze bells
A sound like the marching leaden steps of fate
Hellfire & Funeral Bells - Hellfire & Funeral Bells
Oh Angel of Mercy
When you do return
Will sorrow be read in your eyes?
Or in wings bent by the burden
You alone must bear
Your cold, empty embrace
For when you come calling at my door
I'll have passed far beyond your reach
Out of dust and shadow a mighty form arise
His somber face tells me it is time to go
I have donned my finest clothes - And rise to follow where I must
My last words written down - A hundred years lived to the full
And all that now remains;
Is Hellfire & Funeral Bells
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Her face whispered of sweet innocence
But her body screamed for sin
Every day she prayed to the lord above
Yet worshipped her idols of crude naked flesh.
As above so below, it´s said
Both spoke to her in turn
Though commandements from above
Were not as strong as from below.
No matter how much she did repent
She had urges to attend
There was no cure, just a remedy
To Sin and Sin again.
Tired of her wicked ways
Her sister cunningly conspired
To deal some godly discipline
The error of her ways were clear
While platonic love is not a sin
Her heart was set on tantric paths
The when her flesh did feel the whip
She found she had a taste for it.
And from that day till´her very end
Pleasure was sought round´every bend
Her mind would serve the savoir
Her body served itself.
So when old of age she passed aways
Ir was without any regret or pain
Cause unlike her sister of the cloth
She had not lived her life in vain.
You may know of her in other forms - This patron saint of sin
She was the apple in the garden - Caressed by slithering skin
The whore in good of Babylon - Who faced the wrath og God
The Devil tempting Jesus Christ - Into feats of boastful pride
Gomorrah, Paris, New Orleans - She walked their streets at night
Your first kiss and your first fuck - And with you till you die
...You sinner!
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Far into the eastern lands
Shadows of a holy mountain
Hides a lone valley where
Deep roots feed on the dead
Here you came unknowing
Then slowly lost your way
Alone, weary, cold, afraid
The forest of suicide welcomes you in
Bulging eyes behind the leaves
Trees sway by the pulse of the dead
Where the fruit of discontent does swing
Tightened, creaking ropes they sing
And underneath your doom-bound feet
Pale lost faces stare out from the deep
East or West, North or South
Choose any way, none lead out
Aokigahara - Black Sea of Trees
All around, angry spirits are circling
You were lost in the forest of suicide
Now at home with others of your kind
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Snarling muzzles ascent like trumpets
In homage to the gleaming moon
Triumphant in their hunt again
Howling ancient savage songs
The track is warm
The prey is close
Tonight the pack will feast
On a canvas
Winter white
A morbid portrait unleashed
When the snow glints with cold lunar light
When the air stabs at lungs with knives of ice
When the journey had been long and hard,
When the aching bones and weary eyes need rest
When the woods seem a dark hostile labyrinth
When every prayer falls on frigid stony ground
When the Wolves Howl for Blood
Every man must face his true self
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Dr. Karswell
05:41
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Dr. Karswell, listen!
Your runes I have seen
The shadows you cast are long
And the nights are growing cold
Dr. Karswell, please...
Call your servant off!
You have made me believe...
Now it comes! It's in the trees!
Dr. Karswell, I curse you
Now that it's too late for me
Disturbing sounds all around
In the mist a shape appears
Forbidden book that holds your power
Unlocked through countless nightly hours
From the pool of wisdom you drank too deep
Now nightmares chase you from your sleep
The ruler of a cult - By a reign of terror
Those who oppose will feel - Your black arts of summoning
So your wealth and power grow - But so does your fear
Everything comes at a price - And you know this cannot last
Dr. Karswell, you fool!
The runes have chosen you!
The Demon screams from beyond
You can run but the end has come
Dr. Karswell...
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Choir of Mentors
10:30
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Born in 1452
Of purest noble blood
The gravest of children he was
This brooding, curious, quiet boy
At the tender age of 5
He took his first life
Behind the chapel, a stray dog stabbed
That very night they came to him
Awakened by a stirring of the icy air
Voices disembodied, vast choir dead and hollow
They whispered of secrets, terrible and glorious
At the price of human suffering untold
Now for the very first time, the prince did smile
At the age of 9 they all could see
The ominous change in the lordling
A hunger and strangeness growing
Then one day as the sun did descend into its celestial grave
A poor innocent maid disappeared without a trace
With a human life spilt
There was no turning back
From the enlightened path
For they were legion
And they were voracious
In their particular need
Ever street deserted
Every door locked
'Cause behind dark walls terror holds court
When he claimed the throne
He was 16 years old
No trace left of the boy
Now master of forbidden lore
The tyrant ascendant!
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Faustcoven Norway
Faustcoven was formed by Gunnar Hansen in 2002 and have ever since been dedicated to the ways of old. Black Sabbath &
Bathory. Horror & riffs from the grave. BLACK DOOM METAL!
“In the Shadow of Doom” was released on Nuclear War Now in August 2018. Thus so far four foul full lengths have seen the light of day, before quickly retreating into the darkness of the crypts from whence they came.
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