~~~Vintersorg - Cosmic Genesis~~~ [ NPR085 ] Vintersorg are: *Vintersorg - All Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Acoustic & Tremolo Guitars, Keyboard & Programming *Mattias Marklund - Rhythm Guitars & Lead Guitars Released: Autumn 2000 by NAPALM RECORDS ( http://www.napalmrecords.com ) Recorded, mixed and mastered at Ballerina Audio in July 2000. Drums and keyboards were created in Seven Stars during March / April '00. Produced by Vintersorg and Mattias M with Nils Johansson as co-producer. Engineered by Nils Johansson For more info: http://www.vintersorg.com/ ****************************************************************************************** 01 - ASTRAL & ARCANE Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg - Twilit visions reflowers my shackled mood It's time to heal, to join the unearthly's galanty show My spirit hungers for the night's remedies which breeds in the depths of mother nature's wide womb Waiting for the augury, the fullmoon's appearence Enchanting primary forces in the four elements With the intension to unite micro and macrocosm On a quest in diffuse areas, physicaly afar I open the atlas to solitary spheres, thousand maps drawn with blood. Subconsciously descending into the context of these archaic pergaments, as the moon rises to release me. Esteemed emotions. The lunar aurora, the spirits productive grain. Guide me into a landscape, astral and arcane. I can feel the towering the mountain, as well as the abyss-like sea. In my veins the wildest river, and every growing tree. A visitor in a void with forest-capped fields climbing the ladder of sagacity Touched by the vast starry sky's nocturnal kiss, the most passionate romance between lovers Observing, obeying, obtaining the absolute, leaving my physical host. In the cave of dreams a courier I am, passing visions to the body. The lunar aurora, the spirits productive grain. Guide me into a landscape, astral and arcane. I can feel the towering the mountain, as well as the abyss-like sea. In my veins the wildest river, and every growing tree. A twilight child in twilight zones fated to find the key To unlock the soul from the fleshprison, striving endlessly - 02 - ALGOL Music: Vintersorg Lyrics: Karl-Erik Forsslund, freely translated by Vintersorg - Algol, demon, capricious your brightness shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intesifies again, sometimes triumphant and sparkling, sometimes pale and faint. For a long time we've searched with wonder for the key to this mystery, the right element to your eager and changing, queer temperament. Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle: you've got a companion on your journey, like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely. Never have we seen his guise, dark, parches, stiff and cold, but still we know he exists; like ashamed he hides behind you - free and merry you shine - until he once again crawls out of the darkness and covers you. And your glare becomes pallid and dull, and your mind cloudy. Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle: you've got a companion on your journey, like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely. And similars there are - many Algols wanders in the space - maybe even more among us on earth. Sunlight spirits darkened by a shadow, young princes concealed by old slaves, doublesouls, divided creatures - a blissful son of the light indissolubely linked with a bitter dark demon. Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle: you've got a companion on your journey, like a slave, a faithful shadow he constantly follows you on the desolate path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely. - 03 - A DIALOGUE WITH THE STARS Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg - Ardent starshine upon my face, the monumental nightsky reveal its torches. Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they're flaming like ornamental diamonds. In my telescopes focus, a striding light conjure me fixedly. Oh, what a colourful drama, what a theatrical performance. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. An unearthly voice of euphony express itself in an ancient tongue. Its elocution is based on silence, so it pulsates through the five senses. It's like a poem of wisdom and wizardry navigating through the world. A legacy from nebulas, an endless mystic conversation. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. Now clouds gather at a distant skyline to cover the firmament. Rays are fading in a metamorphosis of the blazing weave above. These myriads of stars enchants me with their oddity. At cosmos entrance hall, where time and space units in a charade. Under crimson flares I watch the tempest of the universe. In dark artistry, I lionize the splendorous glare. 26 years have past since it first called my name. And when I'm dead, this piece of jewellery will still remain. - 04 - COSMIC GENESIS Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg - Formulas of an ethereal intellect strayed through black and empty planes, into the auditorium of evolution. In devious ways magic came and created a spectra of fiery celestial bodies. Since then they've been a cynosure to ulterior worlds, beyond the fifth element. The bodies are like a stratum of dust on a dark livid background, spherical architectures womiting coronas. The sacred hemispheres are the compass to eternity, my notion is unison with its sidereal modesty. Rise! solar spirits in the caravan of supernovas, give me the palmist visual sensation. I'm a newborn in this omnipotent laboratory, fulfilled with balance and harmony in a timeless nexus. Cosmic Genesis, galatic powers astir Cosmic Genesis, as the magnitude expands. Cosmic Genesis, I watch the vista transform Cosmic Genesis, blessed by the stellarwind. Somehow it seems to be built on mathematics, but it hides in the dress of obscurity. Quantum questions rests, since dawn of chronology in the arms of the spiralgalaxy. Cosmic Genesis, galatic powers astir Cosmic Genesis, as the magnitude expands. Cosmic Genesis, I watch the vista transform Cosmic Genesis, blessed by the stellarwind. - 05 - OM REGNBÅGEN MATERIALISERADES (if the rainbow materialised) Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg - En daggvuren gryningshimmels disiga bud tjönar som arlaregnets segel. Till soleld begnistrar dess mantelskrud, och var droppe bildar en spegel. Som länkas mot en rymd i bågad ström, ett draperi som i bjärta kulsrer sprakar. Skänkt ifrån molnkaravaners purpurdrsm, lika mystisk som modermörkrets drakar. Vad skedde om skapnaden blevo solid, en bro över svindeldjupa avgrunder? Förgrenad vid gallaxens gömda lid och stjärnhimlens brinnande lunder? Skulle vi gå längs bågen tunn som vattenreflexerna fogar? (mot jordens grund) Ösa vär visdom ur sagans brunn, försjunkna i kosmiska skogar? (i en euforisk blund) Prålande grann den tunna materian, genomstrålas. I solskensljus den funnit sin själ, i vattenrök sitt kärl. Väsenfylld, av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas. Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär. Jag välkomnar dig, sjufärgade dynasti. Som lindrar min ångest, min inre elegi. Prålande grann den tunna materian, genomstrålas. I solskensljus den funnit sin själ, i vattenrök sitt kärl. Väsenfylld, av vädrets makt förgylld, nyanser målas. Diffusa konturer mitt hjärta när och fyller ett fjärilslätt begär. - 06 - ARS MEMORATIVA Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg story about the memory artist Giordano Bruno - THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND. You built all memories on a framework of the zodiac and other known structures, every thought was linked to a special picture. You stigmatized their keenness and location on a deep and shrouded level. Remembering, controling was the way to higher knowledge. In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence, every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection. A vortex of information reigned inside and found its way, THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND. With self-hypnosis you put it in a dynamic pattern, IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND No physical laws were rooted in your system everything was forces of thoughts and sensations, which is streaming through man. Mist and rain just a condition of unawareness, and volcanos a state of rage. A prophet in cosmology, like Copernicus you saw the stars as suns. And a warrior who fought with intellctual swords, with arrow-sharp words. In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence, every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger the shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection. A vortex of information reigned inside and found its way, THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND. With self-hypnosis you put it in a dynamic pattern, IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND - 07 - RAINBOW DEMON A Cover Track, Originally Recorded By Uriah Heep, No Lyrics Avalible - 08 - NATURENS GALLERI (the gallery of nature) Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg - En grottmyning gapar mörk och dyster i bergsidans stenstruktur. Vid glimmerschiffrets lyster, min blick fästs vid dess arkitektur. Där lurar urtidsmakter, viljekraften i en källrännil. Som störtar ned mot djupa schakter och sköljer ådrad spårfossil. Vad helst min blick begrunnar blåser dess skönhet sinnet i svall. Som en underjordisk måne kall, bländar en bergkristall. Breda sprickors giriga munnar Är portaler till jordens märg. Kringränd av malmrik färg, en ateljé i dunkelt berg. Längs trånga gångar mot djupets hjärta Som utsiras av metaller bjärta i bilder, fulländad estetik. Droppstensskulpterade gestalter skrinlagda i tryggt förvar. Formade i hällars spalter Över rännilen spegelklar. Naturens galleri Är likt en fantasi, och mystikens lustgård och boning. Naturens galleri, vederkvickelsens trolska utopi. - 09 - THE ENIGMATIC SPIRIT Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg - from a far existence a phantom came to gibe and curse the mortal. Abhorrent was its bleareyed glance wich petrified everything, even the wind. So, from wich dimension did it travel? This metaphysical envoy. Which breaks the logical symmetry, and stand above our planetary puzzel. All this is symptomatic for those who's been baptized in fire. It is at least my thesis, so I want the spirit to speak. THE SPIRIT: "In heaven I am a wild ox. On earth I am a lion. A jester from hell, and the shadows allmighty. The scientist of darkness older than the constellations. The mysterious jinx and the error in heavens masterplan." An amorphous energy spawned in a cataract of flames, invisible for our supervision. Do we dare to open our minds and souls to even analyse it? Or should it rest in secrecy? All I know is that I can't deny its licentious attraction, so I want the spirit to speak. THE SPIRIT: "In heaven I am a wild ox. On earth I am a lion. A jester from hell, and the shadows allmighty. The scientist of darkness older than the constellations. The mysterious jinx and the error in heavens masterplan." -------------------------------------