ДИСКОГРАФИЯ
Immortal - Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism (1992)
Перечень композиций:
Intro
The Call Of The Wintermoon
Unholy Forces Of Evil
Cryptic Winterstorms
Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust
Blacker Than Darkness
A Perfect Vision Of The Rising Northland
Состав:
Abbath Doom Occulta - Вокал, Бас
Demonaz Doom Occulta - Гитара
Armagedda - Ударные, Перкуссия
Записано в Grieghallen Studios (апрель 1992 г.)
Инжиниринг: Эйрик "Pytten" Худвин
Продюсеры: Immortal и Эйрик "Pytten" Худвин
Фотографии: Immortal
Дизайн буклета: Demonaz Doom Occulta
Дизайн логотипа и обложки: J.W.H.
Фотография на обратной стороне: Штейн Каре
Музыка: Abbath Doom Occulta/Demonaz Doom Occulta, тексты песен: Demonaz Doom Occulta
Видео-клип "The Call Of The Wintermoon"
© 1992 Osmose Productions
Тексты песен Immortal: "Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism" (1992)
Intro
Instumental
The Call Of The Wintermoon
Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow dream and dark
My winterwings of evil sleeps in eternal nights
In deaths cold crypts of snow
The moon chimed my return
With the blackstorms I came
And not with the winds
The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night
I can't resist the taste of these winds
And bath my eyes in its grace
Frost and winter return to my eyes
The call of the wintermoon
Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance
In the grey mist of deaths horizon
My winterwings of evil sleeps
In deaths cold crypts of snow
Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark
Into eternal nights
Hearing the call of the wintermoon.
Unholy Forces Of Evil
Slowly crossing as red rivers runs below
Forever passing where the darkness lies unknown
Where soulwinds burns my eyes
Where shadows of lost life hides
Enter the centres of darkness
Where all evil dwells
Demons present in flames
Oath of black souls found
Sacrifices as old as the earth
We cut the living flesh
Circles of the deepest black throned
A promise of the darkest blood found
Unholy forces of evil
Unholy forces of hell
An mayhemic silence floats
We await our signs of death our circles gathered
Ceremonial powers belongs to us
A goat baptised in fire
We dance the circle dance the thorns
Awaiting the sign of the horns
A thousand black clouds storms
Blasphemous Northern rites
Mysticism touched
Pentagrams burning
Into the centres of the darkness
Where all evil dwells
Demons present in flames
Oath of black souls found
The unholy forces of evil
Server upon our diabolical souls
Cults of death bathed in slaught
As the devils candles burns
Into the dark skies
Floating with the soulwinds of the pentagram
To the deathlights where the North star awaits.
Cryptic Winterstorms
A black sunset rises under the funeral sky
The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist
The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise.
My hear blows in the winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
On the bestial wings of evil
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms
I long for eternal frost and black winters
Asleep in the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky
And silent the walleyes in the North
Where I once were a proud warrior
Where I belong where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North
As a Norse warrior I rode the dark walleyes
With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands
And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset
A black sunset dies under the funeral sky
My hair blows into winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
On. the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever.
Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust
Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters of Thule
Where wintershadows lies untouched
Where I dwell at the mountains of madness
In these shadows of death I march
In the blue mist of evil
Through the dark Northern walleyes
Where only winds of funeral breathes
Houvering through the whispering darkness
With frost in my eyes
Only seven winds are heard
Chaiming through the dark Northern walleyes
Eternity I pass eternity I seeked
For the darkness my spirit
For Satan my black soul
Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters of another world
Where wintershadows lies untouched
Where I dwell at the mountains of madness
Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust.
Blacker Than Darkness
Out in the black night
In the cold Northern breeze
Under the red skies
Surrounded by blasphemous winds
Midnight passing and the moon is fulfilled
Slowly blackening the sky
I summon up where the ravens fly high
Towards the moons of Blashyrkh
Death rides on black wings
Evil enter the sly
Angels falls from the heavens
While tile darkness shines through
Chariots of the darkest masters arrives on devil wings
Heavens angels surrounded by frost
Forces into the holocaust frozen clouds
A twisted wind rapes the clouds
Memories of cold days and lightning returns
A foggy fullmoon night
Into darkness ride
Under the horned goatmoon
As dark as black rivers at wintertime
Horned Decernbermoon come to me
I ride the wings of Torment
Blacker than darkness
A Perfect Vision Of The Rising Northland
Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost
Mountains of ice rises above an dead an frozen ground
The ravens returns to the hills
And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost
Chaime through the Northern lightning
Upon the mountainside I stand
The floods of black runs below
Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss
Eyestaken mountains still breathes
At one with the poisoned ground
Midnight darksky open up
A blast of red lightning rides the night
With dooms winds deaths angels fly
Across an nearly closed skyline
And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds
Centuries of doom reigned by the Goathrone of desire
Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky
North black hordes storms
Through invisible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands
And join the ceremonial circle of the wind
Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night
This winter is forever
A wind of red I rode
A wind of evil cold
For the years that have passed in the North
Brought me visions of the Goathrone of desire
On the hillside where I stood I left for another world
Tragedies blows at horizon
The sun freezes to dust
A perfect vision of the rising Northland