Frozen Streams of Forgotten Knowledge

(Dark Hidden Prod., 2021)

01.  Infernal Pride
02.  Under Black Wings
03.  Forest of Frozen Streams
04.  Proud in Storms
05.  Nietzschean Will
06.  Dark Mists of Cruelty
07.  Will-to-Conquer
08.  Of Ancient Night
09.  In Dark Old Chambers
10.  Cathedrals Burning

Total time: 47 min.
Grim and fierce aristocratic Black Metal.
All music and lyrics were written and performed by E.,
except for the bass outro of Nietzschean Will,
composed by Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750).
Drums and percussion are courtesy of Ares.

Available through Dark Hidden Prod.

Infernal Pride

From this tower of pride
I see no crosses, I see no stars
I see not one of the weaks' godly lies
but only the powers of mine
the fury of the winds in the woods
the malice of the breath of the night
the silence of ruin and destruction
the coldness of my infinite pride.

Inhuman demon of infernal pride
not to be found in the books of lies
born from the night of the world
born from individualism and hate
superiority is now in my shade
when I face the diabolic storms
emerging there with triumphant eyes
I unfold my proud wings in black.

Crushing the ancient lies of the jews
treading on the diseased of the desert
disdaining all creeds of eternity
there are no chains in my life
for I am not a slave in despair
and for now all the shades are mine.

Under Black Wings

Influence falls from me
towards the lands
a winter of forces unknown
tearing the day
my silent pride grows
in the realms of the night
ages of darkness
in a frozen soul.

Demonic wings of might
encountering the night
as the moonlight slowly fades
my rage below dominates.

By a frozen brook I stand
waters for the proud
blood in the thorns of ice
death in the world outside
winds of malice and of pain
nocturnal heralds of my name
a legion of storms in the skies
my dark invocations rise.

Black wings of freezing might
filling wintershadowed skies
I’m the conqueror in blackness
eyes that pierce the dark.

Forest of Frozen Streams

Powerful will-to-conquer
ancient times in mind's recesses
glimpses of forgotten words
a wisdom not thoroughly fade away.

As the blind worms rejoice in vanity
I gather the accursed ways to truth
leaving them all behind
towards eternal solitude
drinking in frozen streams
of forgotten knowledge
the coldest waters
for the will-to-conquer.

I vanish from the base world outside
shadows pass through the white
a forest of eternally frozen streams
waters that are only for the proud.

Winds bringing forth the truth
a mind able to comprehend
contemplation of the world's will
in an aspiration towards infinities.

Striking knowledge of the life
I reach the throne with malicious eyes.

Silent shadows of intellectual pleasure
the weak storms are left behind
in the whispering shades of the past
my eyes shall always pierce the dark.

Forest of frozen streams and proud trees
a graveyard of knowledge leaving me alone
as I stand on the abyss
the dead pave my path to a worthy solitude.

As the blind worms rejoice in vanity
I gather the accursed ways to truth
leaving them all behind
towards eternal solitude
drinking in frozen streams
of forgotten knowledge
the coldest waters
for the will-to-conquer.

Proud in Storms

Enticed into the shades
I’m walking the path of the purest evil.

Alone under the storms
places clad in nocturnal black
facing the abyss and its winds
my senses for darkness awake.

The dark teachings of the wise dead
they'll be by my side
as I stand under the hail
of sorrow and of tragedy
the mightiest storms
shall ravage my black wings
in black tempests of frozen hate
I’ll defy all winds to blow.

Standing above them all
in the storms of the end
secrets now are mine
proud in storms.

Nietzschean Will

Shall the bleak Night erase my thoughts?
Shall the old winds consume my mind?
Will these black ravens take my soul?
Will those hoar rivers quench my heart?
Be it so!

As a true heretic I depart
from the base trodd'n roads of the herd,
I drink Night's wisdom with my pride,
my Nietzschean Will shall be my spear,
a bloody spear.

Shall this storm's thorns pierce in my face?
Shall these steep crags obscure my pain?
Will these red wounds sorround my fate?
Will those proud streams turn to ice my hate?
I defy it all!

As a true heretic I departed
from the base trodd'n roads of the herd,
I drank Night's wisdom with my pride,
my Nietzschean Will is here a spear,
a bloody spear.

I'm thirsting now for mountains' snows,
I want to tread the thickest woods,
I crave again to wield my sword,
I rise again to face the moon.

Dark Mists of Cruelty

Black hordes prepared for battle
in the awful shades of night
shapes of spears and gleams of helmets
half seen through the fog so dark
a glare of cathedrals burning
marble angels gaze our glory
the earth is dyed in hellish red
dark mists of cruelty swiftly spread.

In my sight ruin shall be eternal
my wounds are bleeding darkness frore
I withstood the storms of the chasm
as a shadow of the night I shall forever walk.

Standing at the arched iron gates
of the gloomy shadowed ruins
under nightskies that foreshadow
our forthcoming victories
no shade will hide the christians
from our deadly cruel eyes
for we ever dwelt and walked
in domains of eternal dark.

A hymn to death is sung
by the cold winds of the night
my cruelty possessed me
even to destroy all pleading life
under an enfeebled moon
just a scorched land remains
under an enfeebled moon
just a scorched land remains.

In my sight ruin shall be eternal
my wounds are bleeding darkness frore
I withstood the storms of the chasm
as a shadow of the night I shall forever walk.

Will-to-Conquer

Rising of the will
black powers of the mind
a lonely wandering shade
in forests clad in dark.

Nocturnal aspirations
weapons to conquer
a pale face of death
surrounded by shadows of hate.

True denial of the will
extermination of what's human.

Haughty deadly stallion
to ride the dark lands of death
to conquer the world besides.

Dominion of the mightiest
from the realms of Chaos and old Night
the coldest winds are blowing upon me
bringing the wisdom forlorn.

Of Ancient Night

Cold void desolations
demon of essential blackness
development of hate
years of darkness surround
path of a new born pride
invisible to all eyes
mine shall be the only quest
a victory profound.

There stood no god against me
towards the only truth
the Night is all I see
in wings of reality
all human religions fade
dreams of relief for the weak
the Night is the one thing eternal
my Pride is the one thing infernal.

(Thunder's voice)
Nocturnal aspirations
an unbiblical hell
plans of hate and of pride
individualism is all
black wings of a philosopher
turned into reality
a dechristianized Night
is the destiny of these skies.

Plans of hate and of conquering
all-desolating mightstorms
stalking through the lands
below the proud blackwinged one.