Original Version Promo Version 1. The horror grandeur 8:50 1. The horror grandeur 8:50 2. Ragged little dolls 6:25 2. Ragged little dolls 6:25 3. The murdering mind 6:20 3. The murdering mind 6:20 4. A third face 6:52 4. A third face 6:52 5. Elegantly decayed 4:26 5. Elegantly decayed 4:26 6. Cassandra's nightmare 6:42 6. Cassandra's nightmare 6:42 7. The ghost 5:46 7. The ghost 5:46 total time 45:19 total time 45:19
The Horror Grandeur I can think of a thousand ways to kill you But none so cruel As keeping you alive Ghastly horrific grandeur Symphonic decadence Violent strings Distorted tunes on crippled wings So you og 'round and round To this, such a frightful overture A carusel of insanity And the clowns of the show are us Spread the great plague And death reeking with splendour Rattle your puppet links To the orchestra's song A masquerade ball To which you have been summoned A gathering of the demented The clowns of the show are us The mad conductors Of the horror grandeur You have got the resemblance of a pig, young man And you shall have peace The prospect of death And the hope of hell The comedy is over Ragged Little Dolls Assailed by ever returning nightmares Silent as a moths wings Yet cruel and violent, a dwelling place of demons And other seemingly more tender things But their fragile appearance deceive They come, they come, it calls Surely worthy of my outmost fear Ragged little dolls Tiny little feet, tiny little hands Tiny little still hearts Shiny stearing marbled eyes Who goes here? Come forth From the shadows, let me see Trembling with fear but still that is my wish Because no dream can ever hurt me In the pale moonlight a most hideous face Laughing hysterically, more and more Yet underneath, a withering reflection Of a beauty that once was there Awakened by screams, my own it seems And the rumbling sound Of the rain, a thin stream of blood From where her hand touched I dear not fall asleep, ever again... The Murdering Mind I should not mind If she were done away with Killed or ploughed She did not seem to serve a useful end And certainly she was not beautiful I have no time to tell you How I came to be a killer But you should know, as time will show That I am society's pillar To bleed doth cheer the pensive And remove the raging fires Bred by burning love A Third Face Speak... Was I morose And braek this bitter silence... Grim and sombre Shatter this fragile glass... I was invisible With the resonance... Miserable Of this voice... Undetectable Not mine... Nothing ...Or even less Lie And hide this painful truth... You Tear the cold reality... Who sit upon a throne The reptile's tongue... In the ruin of my soul With many voices... I make myself Scream... Dreadful icons You... To worship Who steal my sight... Scream And cloud my thoughts... To awake the demons Allready so blurred... Of lunacy By you I am possessed... The beast in my blood Alas, my heart harbours Two souls And a thied face I wear on the outside Elegantly Decayed They shed their precious tears Wept the loss of life The absence of bright days Unable to see the beauty of death So elegantly decayed In long ranks they marched Surely towards peril and doom And the orchestra played a desolate song As they willingly went to their tomb A miserable pack of wrecked souls All danced to the ghastly graveyard bell A funeral theatre a heavenly play But the stage is set in hell It is for creatures of divine origin A story allready told But still this horrid painful drama Is hideous to behold Disease, disease, disease and pain By dementia and fever made sick Cassandra's Nightmare Worms O conquering worms Deep in the reeking dirt The horror, the pain The shreak of the flesh The loneliness of the grave The shattering sound Of the cemetery bell The silent mourners, and the cold rain as well Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Dead and forgotten, flesh foul and rotten This grave has no tales to tell O gruesome death, reaper Eyes darker than the deepest well Sinking deeper and deeper Surely all the way to hell Bells, bells, infernal bells In a cold black grave I lay Demons howl a crippled song, Of my flesh and its decay The Ghost And one night When the moon was full and its silver spears Pierced her mournful heart Gently up the creaking stairs Allready more dead than alive Weak and weary Pale and cold Blood still flowing So it is told At the top she dropped to the floor Just outside my bedroom door Silent as a dying day With a whimper she passed away Tis said from shadows grey Devils came to take her away As her sin made heaven reject her Hell set out to resurrect her Born of evil and all that may dwell In the darkest, the deepest of hell So tis told in these here parts The devils bride she became When hell took her heart Centuries ago, maybe more Still she comes to my bedroom door Lyrics in plain text format	Line up All music and lyrics by Jack D. Ripper Violins performed by Maestro Pete Johansen Artwork Info Recorded at Soundsuite Studio Produced by Terje Refsnes and Jack D. Ripper Engineered by Terje Refsnes All photos by Helge Eek Make-Up by Vibeke Hansen Review Hmmm... I guess this is what I'd call neo-black. So many black metal nowadays that some bands from the black metal roots try something new. Morgul always was a bit different, but with this album he definitely made something different enough to stay original but still (black) metal enough to stay interesting. Lots of keyboards, acoustic guitars and clean vocals make it lean more towards doom and industial metal, but the black metal is still very much present in his sound. Very much recommended... Rating: 7.5 out of 10