martes, 5 de enero de 2010

Illnath - Cast Into Fields Of Evil Pleasure (2003) [Denmark (Lyngby)]

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Lena: Female Vocals
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1. Zetite 04:06
2. Behind The Mirrors 04:23
3. Cast Into Fields Of Evil Pleasure 05:07
4. Temporary Borders 05:04
5. The Creators Biggest Pride 04:37
6. Gloomy Gathering 01:42
7. Bring Down The Witching Hour 04:29
8. By The Hands Of Violent Winter 05:40
9. Frozen Constellations 04:36
Total 38:25

Tip: Known as Flagellation (Dnk) from 1997 until 2000.

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  1. 1. Zetite

    Deep I dig to discover the truth
    Deep inside where secrets hide
    I hunt the hierarchy's highest heroes
    To hurt where vulnerability lies
    Roses burning on a roaring ore
    Of secret desires, hate and admirance
    Within your soul, your mind and core
    And leave you torn like an open sore

    Without the use of violence
    ...Unless, of course, I have the chance

    Now you'll see, now you'll find, now you'll recognize me
    Caught in my grasp as you gasp to try and feel the air
    Now you'll see, now you'll find how my ways work
    You can try what you can to seek to find the answer here

    Society's wars means little to me,
    I have my pleasures, I have my affairs
    My own agendas are impossible to see
    Before you find yourself exposed in my lair
    I sting and stain your insane soul,
    I sting where it is fatal
    You won't feel a thing at all
    Unless you cause my house of cards to fall...

    Try and find me
    You'll find yourself lost in my maze
    Try and get free
    But I don't think you'll find the way

    Now you'll see, now you'll find, now you'll recognize me
    You're caught in my grasp as you gasp to feel the air
    Now you'll see, now you'll find how my ways work
    You can try what you can to seek to find the answer here

    [Solo]

    Step not close to me, because I may bite
    As soon as you're stepping into my sight
    No use to run or to try for flight
    If I've seen you and feel you're the right
    Jigsaw-puzzle-piece I need
    To fulfill my ongoing deed
    Of spreading my little, infectious line
    Of immortal, blood feeding breed

    Try and run now
    Because you don't know the power of the blood bond
    You can't hide how
    Ever hard you try to find a haven safe enough to sleep
    You can't hear me
    Before I sneak up next to your resting-place
    Nor can you see me
    Before you look into my yellow eyes and

    Feel your hope vanish in the air
    And my bite sinking into your neck

    [Zetite - Comments]

    [This song was at the brink of causing us trouble with a company in Atlanta, whose name I shall not mention. It is based, I guess some of you already know, on the role playing game Vampire: The Masquerade (personally, I like the Dark ages setting better). I was quite fascinated by the song Death Becomes All from the "Angelic Voices Calling" MCD, and by this I spent my chance to make another song, in which the narrator describes how neatly he can tear off your head and shove it up your ass. I like these kind of songs.]

    [Yet, I feel the lyric piece did not come very close to what a Setite in the role playing game might be like. Given this music, i think it was deadborn in the first place. Maybe Baali or Brujah would have fitted better, maybe even Malkavians... but I like Setites...]
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  2. 2. Behind The Mirrors

    The mirrors, the mirrors
    That hides the hideous
    Me, the others
    Banned and forbidden
    From of your world
    Alone and cold
    Watching in silence
    So close, still aeons away...

    Touch the surface, cold and smooth
    You see me as I watch you...

    When you move, I move too,
    But is this you or me who moves?
    Who are you and who's the reflection?
    Crush a crack, feel the connection
    I am you and we will win.
    Crush the mirror. Let me in!

    A little crack is all it takes.
    Drop the mirror, let it fall
    Because every time you smash a mirror,
    I steal a little piece of your soul

    The mirrors, the mirrors
    That are between us
    Me and you
    Separated, delirious
    You... beholder,
    Seeing. We
    Are watching, observing
    You still when you are not
    Touch the surface, cold and smooth
    You see me as I touch you...

    The borderline between me and you
    Is a vast prison for both of us two
    And you know what you must do
    To get us out of this celestial's zoo

    [Solo]

    Crush it, crack it, smash it to pieces
    Of your sick, pathetic world
    Little fragments of yourself and me.
    Flickering, see it twirl!

    Destroy the pure, transparent shroud
    Don't listen to your doubts
    Let it break, smash it now
    Let me in! Let me out!

    The mirrors, the mirrors / are locked like doors
    Me, alone / behind what's between us
    Hidden, unseen / admired and adored
    Aware, unknown / brinked with mistrust

    Watch the mirror, broken and scarred
    Seeing me as who you are
    Your eyes are mine, and I look at your hand...
    ...and I see blood.

    [Behind the mirrors - Comments]

    [The Mirror-song-lyric was finished the same day as we recorded it, and with it's rather experimental way of writing, it delivers a punch I never thought it would do. As I wrote the lyric I wondered how short I could do each line. I wanted every line to punch like the little freeze you get down your spine when you see a mirror that you didn't know was there, or suddenly see something strange in there, so i wrote: "The mirrors / The mirrors / That hides / The hideous / Me / The others / Banned! / Forbidden!"]

    [I think mirrors are one of the most spooky things in my house, and I never stop being fascinated by them. Horror movies like Poltergeist 3 and the Changeling was good inspiration and hard fuel for a spooky boost. I think the song has quite some good punchlines, and really enjoyed working them out.]
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  3. 3. Cast Into Fields Of Evil Pleasure

    At the brink of Hell an island swims in lakes of fire by the darkened plains
    Deserted and dead it declares its place
    By spewing it's magma like blood from its veins and covering the island
    In a black, poisonous haze

    This was the first spot where the angel Lucifer set his foot
    And claimed and declared this view as his home
    He came from the north, and alone was he not
    But joined by the followers from the roads he had roamed

    Here he set his haven. Here where angels die
    Here he baptise the newcomers in fire. On the Devil's own Sinai.

    [Female]
    "Sinai roars as your frail brittle bones viciously torn, mutilated and
    scorched.
    Bleeding lava pulsating like blood, 'neath your skin as it withers and
    burns"

    Still the damned gather here to hail
    Amidst burning smoke beneath black skies
    Hellhounds bark at the northern pale view...
    This is the common abyss for all alike
    Where the red, melted stone fl ow a scorching river
    Into the day in north, and in south... the night.

    And here (Here you are) on the outstretching fields (On Elysium grounds)
    Far away (Far away from life). God (God) is out of reach

    Here they gather to spit and curse and bark
    From the south of heaven where angels are told
    Not to approach nor to look nor to set foot
    Where the truth of Armageddon will unfold

    Here they sacrifice the captured saints .
    Here is where the torture awaits
    Here is where you abandon your faith.
    On the Devil's own Sinai...

    They wait and wail in ghastly pain
    While digging deep inside, insane.
    Inflict a wound you heal in vain
    As blood pours black from pierced veins
    They crush and cut, the dark stone stained
    A ribcage opens, a hole that frames
    A soul unstained and struggling sane
    Beneath the burning rain ...

    ...cast into the fields of evil pleasure.

    Discovering the abyss' deepest hidden treasure
    Bending borders of emotional measure
    Cast far into the fields of evil pleasure...

    [Solo]

    It's always been there, and forever it will
    Stay untouched by the tooth of time
    Standing with majestic intimidation
    Bat-winged creatures surrounding its peak,
    High above Hell they all fly
    Forever screaming in demonic celebration

    And here (Here you are) on the outstretching fields (On Elysium grounds)
    Cast into the fields (Cast into the fields) of evil pleasure
    Forever (Forever) awaiting only to (die)

    [Cast into fields of evil pleasure - Comments]

    [If you can imagine a spot in between worlds where one side describes the positive (yin, summer, daytime) and the other describes the opposite. We take the basic elements: Heaven and Hell. Then you imagine that the hordes of Hell have conquered this spot, and that from here they can see Heaven again, but don't really dare to go any further. This was the borderline, and now they are standing closer than ever, maybe to break loose on Heaven's green fields, maybe ready to stay on stand-by forever.]

    [I think the idea of the song was just to make the borderland, but then I tended to fill it up with all kinds of nasty figures. ("Here they sacrifice the captured saints, here is where the torture awaits, here is where you abandon faith: The Devil's own Sinai"). I liked the idea of the Devil's Own Sinai, and if I was the Devil and wanted to poke God in the ribs by making my own Sinai, where would I build it but the brink of Heaven, just to say: "Yeah? Well look what I've got!". But I think my favourite line in this song must be " This is the common abyss for all alike, Where red melted stone flow a scorching river, Into the day in north, and in south; the night." I kind of like that image.]

    [And here, while being poked in your guts, you can still see Heaven shining north of where you lie strapped down. Quite depressing, huh?]
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  4. 4. Temporary Borders

    Whispered words beneath the floating autumn leaves
    Flying softly on the southern breeze
    Fragments of light between the branches and trees
    I wish I would stay here forever

    The sun is sinking behind mountains of old
    Brushing faintly clouds of red and gold

    Night-time's flinging a vast veil of velvet across fields and forest
    Trespassing the havens of daylight's temporary borders.
    I knew my game could gain me but grief, the fairy tale was on though brief
    Trespassing the havens of secrecy's temporary borders.

    Scratching the surface of times seemingly forgotten
    Of you who once were mine betrothen
    Digging 'neath layers of emotions now rotten
    I feel myself slip away
    Nostalgic entertainment tingled by the past
    You were the one to be mine at last
    But now my memory's ever fading so fast
    Keeping emotions at bay

    Here I sit, and memories unfold
    My feelings are hollow, I'm feeling so old

    [Female]
    "I feel it fade away and cry tears in solitude"
    Trespassing the havens of night-time's temporary borders
    As shadows collapse in the mating of day and night, crows are circling in
    ominous flight
    Trespassing the havens of my own temporary borders (temporary borders)

    [Solo]

    I tried... I tried hard to believe
    Thinking of us has left me but grief
    I cannot look ahead, the past is all I see
    Moments together, but time's a thief

    Shadows recurring from times long since passed
    Our time and now in a perfect contrast

    [Female]
    "As I see you sitting by my grave
    I feel your presence, but can't say a word
    Your heart and love, patient and brave
    But my soul is too late for you to save"

    I am probably a fool still thinking of you
    Night after night...
    There's not much else I can do
    For neither myself nor you
    Maybe I should leave and never come back to this place...
    But I know too surely that I'm only fooling myself
    I'm only fooling myself

    [Temporary borders - Comments]

    [I had just joined ILLNATH, got their lyrics and listened through all the music which was going to be on the CD. I was like a kid in a candy-store, and got to work that very evening at Tobias place with a lyric piece (which Tobias also participated strongly on). The lyrics I had received had some qualities, but mainly, I thought, I could do them better. The guys had already read some of my lyrics and pointed out 'Frozen constellations', 'Bring down the witching hour' and 'By the hands of violent winter' as the only songs they did not want to change.]

    [I guess the idea of a Gothic romance in a moody black metal song is not very original. I assume I wanted to make a presentation of our own Gothic romance song, and at the same time I enjoy writing these kind of lyrics, even though, as mentioned, they do not give much to the black metal scene today.]

    [Partly based on the coming summer (it was written sometime in may, I think), partly based on my poor lovelife and strange feeling of suddenly being in another country doing music with people I didn't know a week ago. I alone, yet somehow welcome and at calm here. Just like the narrator in the song. It was also a good possibility to use Lena's vocals.]
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  5. 5. The Creators Biggest Pride

    The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently down
    'Low the horizon in the west, where a small house lies...

    The puppet-man is ending his workday, as the starlight peak through the
    clouds
    He's worked all day and says goodnight to his dolls before he close the door
    He lives alone in this house, and it's his home and a way of living
    Though he thought he knew all the secrets of his house, there's more...

    'Cause tonight... the puppets are roaming the room
    In spite... of being creatures of iron and wood
    They live as well as you and I
    Though driven by other forces inside
    And tonight the creator's biggest pride
    Will make his way through the door and charge to take the puppet-man's life

    Now the doll runs through the living-room
    And he's hiding in the dimly faded gloom
    Now he's approaching the bed
    And won't leave until the body is dead

    But the creator awakes before the doll can fulfill the task
    And he's paralyzed in amazement as he sees his hand-made mask
    Of the horrifying devil he made
    Once so many years ago
    And he cannot even scream as the knife
    Rips through his throat

    He'll never again be put back on that shelf
    "Kill the flesh! Kill the flesh!" screaming to himself
    The doll is standing above the puppet-maker's corpse
    The devil-mask covered in blood and gore
    Silently standing, looking down
    With the dripping knife still in his hand

    Now he turns and he sees the door
    He's tasted blood and is thirsty for more
    The rain is cleansing his mask as he runs through the night alone
    He's shaking in tension as he's heading for the town.

    [Solo]

    'Cause tonight... the puppets are killing in town
    And the villagers are lying in bloodstained nighting-gowns
    And now as they all have become alive
    They are immortal and cannot die
    And tonight the creator's biggest pride
    Will run into the world and try to take mortal men's life

    He's hunting at night. Watch out for open windows
    He's hunting at night. Perhaps you should stay inside?
    He's hunting at night

    [The creator's biggest pride - Comments]

    [A most funny song to work on. It turned out quite infant and childish, with the sheer wickedness and evil which are found in classical King, Fulci and Argento movies and with a pinch of Tales from the Crypt. I don't really have a clue why the lyric turned out like it did, but I have a sneaking feeling that the song made me do it. It's just perfect how the doll sneaks trough the living-room and hides in the dimly faded gloom...]
    [- Narrenschiff]


    6. Gloomy Gathering

    [Instrumental]

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  6. 7. Bring Down The Witching Hour

    Pools of black eternity
    Sweeping down on brightly burning fires
    When comes the righteous ones
    Bringing the servants of leechy throngs

    Angels, remembering every promise
    Black vise crushing the feathers white
    Come pain deliver us in darkness
    Unknown, the promise of their demise

    Intercepting a world
    Dwelling in disbelief

    Were able to exterminate
    You Down-to-Earthlings
    With truth that would toss you into suicidal grief
    What renaissance this hour will bring

    Dark grimoires of sorceries
    Filled with spells of cursed conjurations
    Bring down the witching hour
    From earth to ashes we all shall fall

    Those eyes, ebony enchanted
    Pass on the undenying truth
    Of youth there isn't any left
    What came from this insanity?

    Bring on pain and suffering
    The answer for crimes
    Plead as much you can
    You liar, you fucking liar

    Pools of black eternity
    Sweeping down on brightly burning fires
    Bring down the witching hour
    From earth to ashes we all shall fall

    Free men, shall come as the unwanted
    Forcing the old ones to leave in vain
    At last denial bringing justice
    Cruel fate, they are forever slain

    [Bring down the witching hour - Comments]

    [This lyric was done as a sort of homage to all the witches that died at the stakes in medieval Europe. The lyric was done some time before Narrenschiff joined the band, but it was a lyric that both he and I liked a lot so we decided to keep it as it was.The lyric is all about how the righteous people of the church killed all these women and the masses loved them for it. But now, today the witches are returning in great numbers and today we have no hallowed men to slay them for their knowledge. In the studio we found that it could do with a couple of lines and Narrenschiff added the final touch, so it's basically a joint effort. The title itself is partly inspired by Anne Rice and her Mayfair Witches.]
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  7. 8. By The Hands Of Violent Winter

    By the hands of violent winter, his fate was sealed
    Crawling on the icy slopes with limbs frozen cold
    Memories of untold torture, in his mind
    Waking from the endless slumber leaving him numb

    Creeping worms they eat his mind
    Feelings blind this clouded time
    They took his soul, so they could find
    The truth

    Feeling hate for usurpers gone mad
    Reaching in for the power he had
    Wanting more than he could give
    But they would never falter
    In his mind only memories of hate
    Planted there by the monger's of fate
    Reaching out for sanity
    But hope is ever fading

    Looking for the answer
    Why did they do this to me?
    Leaving me deserted
    I never asked for this hell

    Reaching out for fires burning, in his eyes
    Hope is still a trusty friend but fires burn low
    Snow keeps falling all around him, as he screams
    Seemingly the only answer is from the void

    Defeated and forsaken, he lies in fields of snow
    Only sign of life his eyes, in panic seeking solace
    Sun, rising high
    Bringing, warmth and energy again

    Waking up from a steady state
    Of suspended animation
    Blinded by these rays of light
    Hailing from the sky

    Senses now return to him
    Tribulations feeling dim
    Now a sordid memory
    Impeding doom approaching

    As he run, try to shake off the vice
    No one hearing his desperate cries
    The usurpers are hunting him
    Hounds barking and wolves closing in
    His escape was a futile attempt
    He is hunted by common consent
    Now returned to the bleak white cell
    I hope that dying is the end of this hell

    [Solo]

    Looking for the answer
    Why are they doing this?
    What is it I have done?
    To deserve this living hell

    By the violent hands of winter, his fate is sealed
    Dying by the hands of strangers leaving him cold
    Memories of untold torture still in his mind
    Never more awakening, this time it's the end
    Defeated and forsaken, his peers would not let go
    The trial was an endless one, and death did not yet show
    Come, reap my life
    Now, it's the time of my departure

    Afore of him a shadow stands
    It's glowing with eternal might
    "I am one of many names
    And one of them is bringer of light"

    [By the hands of violent winter - Comments]

    [The idea for this lyric came from and old horror-movie, that I can't remember the name of. But it was about a guy who had his memories shared with those of a cat. He got away from the scientist guys and ran and ran but they caught up with him in the end nevertheless, and all the time he had these flashy images running through his mind that he knew wasn't his own.I wrote it because I found it a scary though that you were being experimented upon and you could do nothing about it. And in the end dying is not even a relief.The lyric was written together with Tyr, before Narrenschiff joined the band.]
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  8. 9. Frozen Constellations

    Frozen constellations, now we are,
    Forever trapped by illusions of fate
    Arising from the ashes of fires,
    Burning low in the shadows of hate

    You and I, we are blinded by,
    Hatred flowing from years of denial
    As we cry, forever asking why,
    The blind is following others in vain

    Scorn these jubilations, by blinded ones,
    They are a picture of bruteness and pain
    Mourned by bygone years of exclusion,
    Are forever the loss of our sin

    Cursed, by shame and suffering
    Our lives are but a memory of reason
    Now it's time
    Time for us to come crashing,
    Down the broadening lanes of life
    Trailing froth and illusion,
    Showering others in the truth of their condemning lies

    You and they, shall forever pray,
    The common wish for a leader of man
    Now and then, changed forever when
    The old and powerful, slain was by man

    Flowing tears, showing the world
    All the pain and the fears
    The old is here, and this time
    There'll be no one spared

    Frozen constellations, now you are
    Forever trapped by delusions of pain
    Real life breaks again bringing foolishness
    You never know what tomorrow will bring

    [Frozen constellations - Comments]

    [One of the last songs I wrote, this one is about the Old Norse gods coming back to life and sending the Christian god running like hell... Not much to it, but a fun little lyric that I enjoyed writing. Don't think too much about this one.]
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