Behemoth - Bewitching the Pomerania
Original Version Digital Version 1. With the spell of inferno (mephisto) 4:39 1. With the spell of inferno (mephisto) 4:39 2. Hidden in the fog 5:13 2. Hidden in the fog 5:13 3. Sventevith (Storming near the Baltic) 5:15 3. Sventevith (Storming near the Baltic) 5:15 total time 15:07 total time 15:07
1. With the Spell of Inferno (Mephisto) How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majesty How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth A livid skies over Wittenberg And the empty streets and pavements of the town Everything sinks into dead tears And craves charlatantry Mefisto you're born inside of me again But will you speak my name in the ancient tongues Among thousand flames of profligacy Naked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreams I strip myself of my sacred virtues The picture of male domination (and the treat in blood) And blood and pride old and clotted already But I can still see its drops on my hot face And pain and candles everywhere and incense And your dream which I wish to wake up in every day: Everything so ephemeral and equally usual And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burnt till today Mephistopheles thousand times I saw in sleep The essence of eternal life, but have I found it? If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human race With spell of hell! I shall go deeper down than Dante did And tame the snakes of mine Phallic symbols the seed of truth And belief in eternal life: 2. Hidden in the Fog Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon In the old ruins where the dying shadows Are watching the shine from the stars Nobody remembers days of glory Several hundreds years passed in silence Not a soul has been seen here O am standing on the hill So silent in the sky I am drinking the cold of this night Old gray wolf flying upon my feet Is licking the hand of mine It is night: in my heart It is moon: in my eyes I am hidden in a fog - my own breath Small village in a valley Sleeping in fear, in a fear of me! Loathsome race of mortals Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats Faithful guards of religion Old as the blood itself The cult of the undead Vampirism Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain She was only fourteen No cry has burst from her lips Pity that she had to die But bow sweet was her neck It is night: in my heart It is moon: in my eyes I am hidden in a fog My own breath Sometimes only my anthem of triumph Echoes in mountains landscape Like blood from thorn opened arteries Poison flows down the tongue Somewhere far away a howling can be heard Oh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania! Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain Blood is life: ETERNAL! 3. Sventevith (Storming near the Baltic) Violently performed by: Nergal - voices, all guitars Les - bassaxes Inferno - drums & devastation All music by Nergal 1993-1997. All lyrics by Nergal, except the song "Hidden in a fog" written by Tomasz. Session synth by Pietr Weltrowski Synth arrangements by Nergal & Pietr Weltrowski All guitar arrangements by Nergal All bass arrangements by Les Drum arrangements by Inrefno & Nergal Recorded in in P.J. Studio, February anno 1997 Engineered by Robert Hejduk Mixed by Robert Hejduk, Nergal & Inferno Mastering at VOX MORTIIS studio Nergal uses chris sound research pre-amp Lyrics in plain text format