1. Slaughterday (the heathen blood of ours) 6:49 2. On the path of wolf... towards dwarfhill 5:46 3. Sons of wisdom, master of elements 6:07 4. The forsaken voices of the gosthwood's shadowy realm 6:01 5. The territory of witches / guardians of the dark lake 8:12 6. Day of revenge (the impure blood of theirs) 5:16 7. Father of the icy age 7:01 total time 45:12
Slaughterday (The Heathen Blood of Ours) It was a stormy night of winter, the wind was cold and the moon was full The warriors of the tyrant's army attacked the village and slaughtered out mothers, fathers, wives and sons In the silence of our decimate tribe, we were alive; The brothers were alive Our memories were on fire under the seal of Maganst "Earth, drink our tears of blood" Mutilated corpses in our head, we ran away Through the depths of the dark forest we wandered, and fell in a dream of sorrow The next morning, awaked by the coldness of the dawn Some ravens encircled us and Ath the biggest came near us He talked to our soul in a very eerie tongue And we could understand the ancients words of the messenger of Dwarfh Ancient nation of a dying realm, we hear your song, she's flying in the wind Oh... you'll never see the child In the deepest sorrow, your tears are flowing in your wounds Oh... you'll never see the child Dead in the realm of Frostthrone, let the blood on the ground Oh... we are the children. On the Path of Wolf... Towards Dwarfhill We walked during one day in our ancient land of wisdom With Ath as guide, prince of messenger in the sky Arrived in a blackened place lightened by hundreds of wolves eyes Ath, the biggest raven stopped and declared in eerie tongue "Follow the wolf in the forest... (Beyond your reality) Follow the wolf who knows the legend Listen to the call of the purple river (Beyond the human sense) And observe the other side of the shore" We leaved the darkness on wolf's tracks... (God of forest) Alone, on the way of our first initiation We leaved the darkness of wolf's tracks... (God among the men) As for the river's purple water, We left the voice of the mighty God of place On the other side of the shore, Dwarfh awaited for us So, we took a bridge made of Gold and Jeweled to join him We floated in curiosity, with wolf in our heart Under a new sky, in a land of pure beauty In our veins, our blood was cold Our soul filled with a strange quiet We came near the shore We came near our destiny... The old man was here Listen to me "I know every detail about you and your defunct trive The stars know the disgrace of this kingdom You'll get a revenge on the blood-thirsty man ...Initiation..." Sons of Wisdom, Master of Elements Months of fighting, months of ancestral wars Weapons throned on tombstone Strength throned on oath Great warriors alive in the breath of an ancient wise Stell with bastards flesh in our thoughts full of hatred Ceremonial oath in memory We praised in front of an eternal fire Old man in cold wind offered us the pure alloy ...And ravens flyed in the sky ...And wolves hawled in the night We called the natural forces of earth We incoqued the God of Knowledge The old man was initiated us He teached us wisdom through the ages Silently, a dark silhouette crept... A shade came near us and told: "You possess the power of your fathers ...Fathers beyond the stars" We called the natural forces of earth We incoqued the God of Knowledge We called the soul of the great army We called the soul of death beyond clouds In memory of our deceased brothers We praised in front of an eternal fire ...And ravens flyed in the sky ...And wolves hawled in the night Old man in cold wind offered us a great destiny The Forsaken Voices of the Ghostwood's Shadowy Realm It was a frozen swamp where wandered some malicious spirit There was a funebre atmosphere and putrid smell of sulphur In the obscurity we could make out some transparent silhouettes We were on the shadowy realm that some persons called Ghostwood Suddenly through the thick fog We begun to hear a strange macabre serenade The lugubrious choirs of the forsaken cursed spirits "Don't listen to the chants of the soul in sorrow They're like a trap to take you away from your path" The voices of the ancient warriors became oppressive More and more difficult to resist to the call They failed in the wood They sang their damnation in the wood We tried to put our fingers in our ears but it was effectless So, we took a piece of ice and plunged it into our ears to cut out eardrums Then, we were rid of the spirit's hold, free of their harassment Deafness was the price to pay Deafness was the key Deafness was the key to go out of the haunted domain of ghostwood Suddenly, through the thick fog; we were alone We were alone with an eternal silence The Territory of Witches / Guardians of the Dark Lake We had to go through a mysterious land among the twilight's creatures It was the land of withces, guardians of the dark lake enlighted by the moon Trees there were the tallest of Frosthrone In their trunks we could see the figures of the dead bodies Pure beauty of witches... so dangerous Enbraced the paleness of their skin Pure beauty of their bloody eyes... so dangerous They suck the energy of every men who fell in their trap "Desire" Vampyric creatures on a throne of bones, We saw yoru true face in the flame of witchcraft "Hate in their bloody eyes" The trees became alive around us We swung our swords in the wind And we rushed in the fight to sow death with fury Pure beauty of witches... their head rolled on the ground Pure beauty of witches... their blood was sticky and as dark as the night Beheaded but still alive they laughted They danced with madness under the moon Tortured and dark soul in sorrow Immortal wives In a bath of malediction We sent their dismembered bodies in the grim lake ELements of creation, we call to thee Fathers of winds, storms cold and frost They create a blizzard on the land Pagan Gods destroyed the order of guardians They froze the lake's dark water Pure beauty of witches emprisoned in a coffin of ice Pure beauty of their bloody eyes immobilized in the mirror of eternity Day of Revenge (The Impure Blood of Theirs) War! Revenge's day has come, let's spill the blood of the bastard In front of us the vast towers of the Maganst's castle pierced the nocturnal beauty of the starry sky The rays of the fullmoon enlighted the sinister gargoyles of stones Power in our eyes, hate and blood in our veins We were in the last battle In honnour of our tribe and gods We praised the steel of our mighty sword Exicted by the view of this bloody carnage The wolves howled on the mountain of wisdom Mistess of the mist, received all the dead In the land of eternal twilight We saw a great gap in the ground Mother earth, received all the corpses War! Revenge's day has come, let's spill the blood of the bastard Human flesh of steel Ancient nation we heard your song We had your life in our veins In memory of your cult, we crushed War! The domain beyond the stars Forest, land and sea beyond hate Cryed from freedom Fathers of the Icy Age Fathers! From your mighty world Fathers! We saw your tears of gold Messengers in the night! We saw your drawing in the sky Wolves! We heard your song beyond the mountains We eternally danced on the ruins, in a land of wisdom In the name of forests In the name of stars In the name of all the seas In the name of storms We praised the magical knowledge We were on the way of boold and fire With a sea of corpses int he valley In memory of our tribe we were alive Proud sons of ancient nation Proud sons of sacred song in the wind Proud sons behind a mirror of ice who told "Fathers of the icy age" ...In remembrance... Lyrics in plain text format	Line up All compositions by Vindsval for Blut Aus Nord 6 Strings bass lines by Ira Aeterna Artwork Info Recorded and mixed by Vindsval This album is the first act of a concept divided in two parts. The second and final act will be entitled Memoria Vetusta II (Dialogue with the stars) ...Wait and see Front cover: Francois de Nomé "les Enfers" Besancon (France), Museé des Beaux-Arts et d'Archéologie - Cliché Ch. Choffet (Besancon) Impure Creations Records Dp 902 - 26000 Valence Cedex France (Ask for a full mail-order list) Review This album is a bit better than "Ultimate Thulée" I think. It is still the same kind of melodic and very atmospheric black metal, but the songs just sound a bit better now. A bit more mature now. The production is still great and the vocals are more varied. And this time the cd itself looks better too. A cool front cover and full lyrics, yet still very little info on Vindsval. Mysterious type I guess. Anyways, a great cd by the best black metal band of France (I think!) Rating: 7.5 out of 10