Nokturnal Mortum - To the Gates of Blasphemous Fire
Original Version Original tape Version US Version 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 5. Swallow (Czerez Riczku, Czerez Hai - Through the River, Through the Woods) 5. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 6. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 5. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 6. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 7. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 6. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 7. Cheremosh 6:07 8. Cheremosh 6:07 7. Cheremosh 6:07 8. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 9. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 8. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 total time 49:25 total time 49:25 total time 49:25 Tape rerelease Version CD Rerelease Version LP Version 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 5. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 5. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 5. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 6. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 6. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 6. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 7. Cheremosh 6:07 7. Cheremosh 6:07 7. Cheremosh 6:07 8. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 8. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 8. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 9. South Of Heaven (Slayer cover) 4:00 total time 49:25 total time 53:25 total time 49:25 Box set Version Digibook Version 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 1. Bestial summoning 5:58 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 2. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire 5:28 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 3. On The Moonlight Path 5:24 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 4. The hands of chaos 5:09 5. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 5. Under The Banners Of The Horned Knjaz 5:57 6. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 6. The 13th Asbath Celebration 8:30 7. Cheremosh 6:07 7. Cheremosh 6:07 8. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 8. The Forgotten Ages Of Victories 6:52 total time 49:25 total time 49:25
Bestial Summoning (Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) The edge of continuity for dream and reality. Shaman is dancing his dance of death; the masks of the demons surrounding me. This is my wedding ritual that gives the violence. The fog of the night, the dark water... to run through the expanse of light. The mysteries of civilizations that left the Earth more of ten times return to me; it gives no repose to me again and again. Standing in the forest and seeing the atrocities... all is inside me, and it comes back in the dreams. The shaman dances, the masks are waiting for its demon. The knife is in my hand. The fog... will never crawl away. My words are devoured by the bestial of silence and invisible chains shackle my moves. The dream continues it's gush to reality and the shaman drums louder the rhytm to his dance of death. To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire (Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers the children of coldness and darkness by it's screen. The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the fetters... The thirst is free and the rivers of blood flow to the unknown. Death opens it's gates and the victims fall down to its scarlet lake. The ancient cults of bloods that give the pleasure to the children of the nightmares and cruel reality. The awesome castle stands where the flesh is worth a life; the blood and the rage unleashed by the master of the night is inside. The star drops down its light through the gallow loop, as nightflower grows in the appointed place. One who tasted its bitterness will get immortality, and the master will dip him into the stormy waters of blood and chaos. The moon drops down the tears of light weeping for the great forests. Its gladness is expressed in these drops of silence and paradoxical eminence. Ancient master! Give the power to the children of nightmares and take their gifts. And they'll come to your gates (that are) widely opened for them... power, eminence, immortality, blood, death and chaos. The castle! The great castle! The shelter for the ones who eternally search and find chaos. In it those who give the true history to the world and take the stillness from it... We are on our road. The blood is flowing, the heaven is on fire, we are awaited by chaos... to the gates of blasphemous fire! On The Moonlight Path (Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) Go away day, give everything to the queen of the night laying in the cold land and waiting for the full-moon (to come). I see the leaving of life as a sweet dream. My way is stretching into the abyss of eternity. I don't try to hold for this life, it's damned by me, and the spirit of Carpathians call my black soul to the moonlight path. The dawn - the dusk. The cycle is over for me. The sun is twisted by the soars and it's painful for me to look at it. Oh! My sweet queen of the night you gave me the sence of life you gave me my eternal pleasure. I acquired the true vampiric art. I'm on the moonlight path. Hey stars! Greet me! Do you hear me... the moon! The tombstones are singing to me and the throne of the damned belongs to death. I celebrate the great joy together with the wolves. I dance inside the circle of snakes and marsh of reptiles. I'm indifferent to everything because I chosse my path. Blood! I swallow it. It spreads inside me like bitterness and indifference in the world of true lies. I was ruined and humiliated in a world where I've been misunderstood. Through my teeth I talk about revenge. The world will remember my name. The moonlight path that takes my soul. I'll take these useless souls one by one. Your temples will burn like candles, the children and your women will moan with pain. Your houses will hide in blood by which I'll wash my face playing with the moonrays on my path; on my moonlight path. I scorn you sheep. I scorn your flock. To be your shepherd is my fate. Bringing your souls for the sacrifice to my God. I'll feed the wolves by your mortal bodies. Death and chaos - all will be here, and nobody else will see the day and the sun (again). Therefore, I'm on the moonlight path. Oh! World! I'll dance on your grave. The Hands Of Chaos (Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) To be the God - to be the Man, to be the power - not to be a slave. To be the Fire - to be the Hell, to be the Ice - not to be the wave. To be the Chaos - to be the Blackness, to be the Moon - not to be the Sun. To be the Night - to be the Darkness, to be the Blood - not to be the Fear. The hands of Chaos, the heaven is burning. I spit on it... my last sacrifice. The dark vails hide our faces, in bloody dreams I hear the breath of woods. To be the Dusk, to be the Dawn, to be the Free, to be the Spawn. High grass stretches its top to the Moon, it's burried in the grass among the deep forest. The crack of trees is like the harmony of nature that makes me listen to the silence. I hear the silence. I see the night, my hands are cold like the breath of winter. The blood doesn't run through these veins, it left my body. The wounds don't disturb and pain is gone. The darkness is eternal! And life of the master of blackness is immortal! The hands of Chaos on the burned heaven ashes. In my last sacrifice my immortality has been born. To be the Thunder - to be the Eminence, to be the Silence - to be the Grave, to be the Sword - to be the War, to be the peace - to be the shit. To be the bird - to be the sky, to be the cloud - to be the immortal, to be the God - to be the Man, to be the Power - to be the God, to be the Chaos. ðÏÄ úÎÁÍÅÎÁÍÉ òÏÇÁÔÏÇÏ ëÎÑÚÑ (Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) çÄÅ ÂÙÌ ÒÁÓÓ×ÅÔ - ÔÅÐÅÒØ ÚÁËÁÔ. çÄÅ ÓÏÌÎÃÅ ÂÙÌÏ - ÎÏÞØ ÎÁÓÔÁÌÁ. ÷ ÈÒÕÓÔÁÌØÎÏÍ ×ÚÇÌÑÄÅ ×ÏÃÁÒÉÌÓÑ ÁÄ, ÓË×ÏÚØ ÍÒÁË ÔÕÍÁÎÁ ÓÅÒÄÃÅ ÂÉÔØÓÑ ÐÅÒÅÓÔÁÌÏ. é × ÐÌÁÍÅÎÉ ÓÔÒÕÑÝÅÊÓÑ ËÒÏ×É ÓÏÎ ÇÒÅÚÉÔÓÑ ÓË×ÏÚØ ÒÁÎÙ. ÷ÎÕÔÒÉ ÔÕÍÁÎÁ ÐÒÁÈ úÅÍÌÉ, ×ÏËÒÕÇ ÎÅÇÏ... 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I look at the moonrise, the Goddess of the night takes my gifts. You came to us through your immortality, attach us to the true craft. Give us the power, give us the great understanding. I draw the magic circle by my baton, and the skull of the deer on its top starts to light. Oh Moon, the great mother! Protectress of our destines and secret intentions. Fly up and light our deeds by your limpid light. Thrust your sharp rays into the Earth. We're absorbing the full-moon power - this is the thirteen Asbath. Let the blood of the sacrificed flow into your heart. The bowls in the priestess hands are filled with water - chaos that symbolizes the Moon and rules by it. Oh Moon, the great mother, we're absorbing your power - this is the thirteen Asbath. Naked our bodies we gash in the long-lasting dance, going around the circle repeatedly against the moving of the sun. The nature is singing and delighting - we're celebrating the thirteen Asbath. Marble moon give us the power. Our bodies are stewing and poison draught is ready. Our circle is unbreakable, we're embraced by the only ecstasy. The wine runs through our veins and our joy is gifted to darkness. On the mountain taps, on the tops of the trees - everywhere you look is the Great our Mother - Moon. þÅÒÅÍÏÛ éÎÓÔÒÕÍÅÎÔÁÌØÎÁÑ The Forgotten Ages Of Victories (Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth) The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle herds are driving back. Sunset is driving near. The beat of hoofs - all around melt away in the shaggy beard of great and wise elder sunset. The forests and the mountains surrounding the village he covers by golden cloth - the night is drawing near. Bonfires blaze up and the flame tongues raise up to blacken sky-like hands. The hearers faces are visible through the flame. The greyhaired elder opens the secret stories of his past, through night and fire his words again find the youth. His face covered with wrinkles like the waterless earth shined with life as in his youth. And his tale was drifted through the time to distant faraways of those days. When the steel was like continuation of the hand and the warriors were not affraid of their enemies power - then moon was shining brighter and sun warmed more times than nowadays. The forest has been lighted by thousands of bonfires, it have been seen that celebration has begun, and singing drowned the noise of the wind but (the) elder continued his tale. When the valor and the honor was valued over the lie and hypocrisy, when the pride and the eminence was valued over the slavery and the cowardice. The enemies cities and villages were on fire! Blood and death, screams and mourns - Hell came out! The honor and the praise to power. The beat of hoofs and crunch of steel, the scythe of death flied over this field, eyes were looking into eyes and heavens were on fire! The warriors heart melted and tears appeared in the old eyes - the tears of the real master. His hand is clenched in the fist, the teeth was gritted as that time, the ages of victories are over. It's now time to wait. No sooner that the sun get out of confinement and the first rays let the birds know that the day had come. No sooner that the herds were driving on the pasture the hair of the old warrior was streaming by the breeze. He'd been looking at the faraways and didn't find that the celebration was over. His thoughts were with those far times. Like a cold shudder passed through his skin. He rose and returned back to his house not left by the memories about those distant times. The honor and the praise to power! The forgotten ages of victories. Lyrics in plain text format