The Al'Jilwah (Author unknown)
Tales of the Mad Arab [Abdul Alhazred] (H.P. Lovecraft/Traditional Sumerian recountings)
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Beneath an ancient moon,
A trio did consult the sky;
"The Lord of the Wind calls from his ziggurat,
Upon this troubled night".
Magister Quiblis, sage and wise,
Beheld his brothers in such fading light,
And fled thus.
A brilliant star died up above these hallowed three.
The magickal bretheren did commence their odyssey.
"To Nippur we ride", harked J'amaek, least seasoned of the group,
At once, all were mounted, racing upon cloven hoof,
Though great a distance t'was from the barren plains of Eshnunna,
Their fear grew as their hearts were distanced from Tišpak's spell.
Enlil!
"To the mighty fortress of Fi-Irn-Bar-Sag,
This place is where our essence dwells.
Beelzebub (BAEL)
Lead us to your truth.
And bless our reverence with untarnished glee."
Lord of the Wind and of Air - deliver us unto your presence,
Father of Nanna and Nergal - guide us!
Unto your palace of stone - we doth return.
To worship thee through blackest rites - the master of Ur.
Enlil-Ninlil
Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa!
Enlil-Ninlil
Stir the waters below.
Absu - TIAMAT.
Sweet and salt merge!
Grant us your power of sight:
Beelzebub.
Stalked in the night they'd been,
Quiblis, J'amaek and Vvorth.
Five vampires had traversed the planes,
The blood of these mages they sought.
As they crept upon this caravan in the dead of the winter's night.
Quiblis did cast upon them a spell, and banish them by the light.
A brilliant star now shone above these hallowed three.
The magickal bretheren had commenced their odyssey,
Now on they rode towards the city of Nippur,
To worship BEELZE-[BUB]; the Grand Master of Ur,
Harkened.
"To the mighty fortress of Fi-Irn-Bar-Sag,
This place is where our essence dwells.
Beelzebub (BAEL)
Lead us to your truth.
And bless our reverence with untarnished glee."
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NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020
supported by 30 fans who also own “The Triumvirate's Flight to Nippur”
as a black metal fan that also is listening to noise industrial I have to suggest you guys to follow the industrial path. this is much better than the rest.
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