Incoming Winter (Remixed Dreams & Mastered Desires in Parthenia)

by Zulmet

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Nearly a gloomy year has passed and I know that I have not written anything during this time. But now, I’m reaching you out from my dirty marsh to haunt. This album has no new recordings. Six from the last year’s “Incoming Winter” and two instrumental tracks from my earlier demo… I have remixed them in my fearful dreams and mastered with lustful desires. Lost its rawness but gained something different… You can call it whatever you want.
By the way; we, me and my dearest Countess M., are working in our tomb on something more horrifying which I hope you can hear in a couple of weeks.
Jag önskar att alla stannar i mörket…
Count P.








“Karanlık, biraz daha karanlık…”
Lord Necrathos

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released February 3, 2017

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Track Name: Castle of Shadows
A big shadow rises, touches to the rainbow
Swallows its colours, destroys its glow
Cold walls and black stones
Long shades and empty halls
Take my soul away, make my pain grow

Once upon a time in infinity
One pair of brown eyes, brighten my misery
After her breath surrendered, her lips became pale
The sun abondoned sky, I waited in despair

Now this cold can not diffuse in me
Nothing can make my soul shiver
While her body rests in soil
Just beneath this castle

Neither a light I want,
Nor an innocent beam
Let me die in cold shadows,
Unite me with her skin
Track Name: The Black Plants
A crowd around a candle
A big mouth of a sister
An ugly eyebrow of a father
It’s them ruling the world over

They say you are not good enough
They say it’s sin, forbidden stuff
You have to please the big one already
They never care what would be the reality
Isn’t it unfair
To listen just one part of a story?

They say he’s kicked out
He is the worst, the unwanted around
Don’t you really want to hear it?
To smell the black plants, he anciently seeded?

They say keep your heart away from him, and your soul
They call him the Satan, the one in the black hole
It’s their story, a denigration tale
Don’t ever think the outsider is always a source of shame

So don’t be afraid, the black won’t swallow you
Dark has its own pleasures; nothing like red or blue
You shall just come close and look again
See the other side of what’s been talking through
Track Name: River of Despair
Tormenting me…
Isn’t everything a sickness, at all?
Drowning in the river of despair

Bleeding endless water
Sweet blood flowing river
Cruel torture forever

Take me…
Take me…
Tormenting me…
Drowning in the river of despair
Track Name: Incoming Winter
He took his bride to the castle
Inside secret mountainy jail
To spend the incoming winter

Rest of their world was full of chaos
Believers dying from hunger

They sheltered in thus precious temple
And gratefully worshiped to Devil

Meanwhile, the chill and the fog
Covered the last days of november
They gratefully worshiped to Devil
Track Name: Ode to The Old
Can something old ever
Give the same pleasure
With something newer?
Isn’t always
The young one better?

Something not familiar
Attracts you with power
Promises predictable fear
Makes your heart beat faster

Oh the poor old!
Neither shiny nor strong
Only seems unusual and cold

A love getting older
Slowly rottens, surrenders to wrinkle
Needs to be searched stronger
In order to find its sparkle
Faults and scratches as the surface of moon
Lovers it voraciously like the day of doom

Even though it’s ordinary and pale
It’s going to be always there
The ugly roots you can not see
Makes the old one protect thee

Every new, eventually
Gets aged, as its destiny
So is not this a victory
For the Old?
Fortunately…

Old Love… Old Love… Old… Old…
Old Love…
Track Name: Anxiety of Existence
Let him take the first part:

“I’ve come from the place
Where time does not dwell
If you wonder about my trace
It’s the despair you face
Forever in your lonely dell.”

And there comes mine…

No! We are not real!
Nobody heard my vanishing cry
As I looked through the fading sky
All joy, within the springtime trees
Just went like the falling leaves

Awakening my existence,
Brought me all, nothingness…