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Incoming Winter (Remixed Dreams & Mastered Desires in Parthenia)

by Zulmet

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darkenedspirit (Midgard_OBM) This another version of Incoming Winter is so much better, more dynamic with a remastered sound and a different tracklist. Less jaded, more aggressive with always ambient passages and a cold ambience.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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…
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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…

about

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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