I shall bring down
Bitter vengeance upon thee, and thou
Shall suffer my eternal wrath
The beauty
Of the withering flower
And the last struggles of dying man
These are my blessings
For all your sins
May you suffer from within
Judgement has come
Your life is undone
Forever more
...ever more
I stand here alone
In this darkened abode
The beasts from my nightmare have come
For all my crimes
For not its my time
To see what this blackened day brings
The life of my wife
And my brother, my kin
I've bled the skies
In my dreams from within
In silence I stand
In nocturnity's hell
Before you my god
To be locked in my cell
Now I hang here alone
With my judgement at hand
You at my side for this
Funeral of man
Vetiel my lord
Why have you left me
Alone in this hell
For eternity
King of the other side
Ruler of none
God is reborn
Judgement has come
The light fades
This darkness I've found
My flesh is torn
My henious blood stains hallowed ground
Standing at the gates
In shrouded veil
Sitting at his throne
As i kneel, the lord Vatiel
I search for the words to suffice my mistakes
I pray to my emperor, save my fate
But I become aware, through my saviors glare
that tonight, i shall light my effigys flare
You had not strength to work my need, now you shall commit final deed
Rise up your work unfinished,
let this task begin...
Though I had tried to prove my worth, gave all my soul in saviors search
Did not suffice, though I killed twice those who has broken me
Now time had come, I failed my lord and wonder what tortured I'd see
Hang them in shackles and then light your hearts infernal heat
The time has come, I have no kin
I am to commit, intangeable sin
A failure born, to death I'm sworn
By the coming of dawn I shall be none
Alone I descend
To the kingdom of none
God is Reborn
Judgement has come
I bent down, removed the board, that sheltered from my broken soul
with great distaste I saw her face and memories soon came
Of greater days, when love was praised, and violence banished from my gaze
But soon I turn my view to him and recalled the injustice
His face now scarred at my regard, his body now askew
I smiled though very little at the vengeance I had plagued
Then realized that my demise was at my hands not through his guise
and vengeance was a bitter noose now choking all of me
My vengeance led and I his slave, now I shall not see what could be
The time has come, I have no kin
I am to commit, intangeable sin
A failure born, to death I'm sworn
By the coming of dawn I shall be none
Then it came,
no longer sane
The lord vatiel was not as seemed, could not be real
Standing in my place
My eyes decieve
The Lord Vatiel
Holding my wife in place of me
credits
from Beneath The Crimson Moon (EP),
released February 24, 2012
Vocals: Vatiel/Maelkleth/Saint Wikk
Lyrics: Vatiel/Maelkleth/Saint Wikk
All music by Nachtterror
supported by 12 fans who also own “Judgement (Bonus Track)”
A truly stellar death/doom album with heavy doses of black metal. Tracks like Isolation, Child of Light, and Broken Hymns deliver the sorrowful and icy tone of this album, elevated by the stirring cello compositions of Raphael Weinroth-Browne. The album delivers a deeply satisfying crescendo in Becoming Intangible before stirring the soul once again with Epilogue. Matt Richardson
supported by 11 fans who also own “Judgement (Bonus Track)”
Beautiful isn't an adjective normally usable for black metal, but here we are. I swear I didn't cry at The Beauty of the Withering Flower...... Seriously though, this is amazingly atmospheric, awesome, and sad throughout this journey of an album. jojobinx
supported by 10 fans who also own “Judgement (Bonus Track)”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert