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Black Magick

by Razörschrieck

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terrierized 'Black Magick' delivers us a fantastic blend of metal from groove to black, death and progressive
A remarkable creation by a man who obviously has good influences
Razörschrieck will appeal to fans of dark heavy music from Paradise Lost to Behemoth, Enslaved to even Kyuss
8.5/10 Favorite track: Eyes Of The Raven.
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1.
Grey mammocks of stones, Witnesses of the vanished days, Eaten by the avid maw of the storm... What hides there: In silence, in depth, in solitude, in emptiness - In the tomb of thickening darkness?! The granite steps lead down, The shadows draw into the depth of the past. Stench and suffocation, humidity and decay - doesn't matter, When the longing is hanging on the neck as a noose. 'The bunches of white acacia... Do you remember, darling... The years have gone by...' Confusion and terror - through torture to ditches - The remains of love in the rotten coffin! Untouched by the decay, though the years have passed... Listen to the pleading! Wake up! Come alive! The flickering light of the torch, The crypt is filled with movement - These are the shadows dancing on the walls exulting... But what appears there, what seems: As if the eyelids shook on the deadman's face... No - it cannot be, Who is able to break the shackles of the eternal slumber? The dark comes to life and drives the horror of madness Away from the damned depths... Away! Away! To Sun! To Light! To Day! The clock will strike midnight, and the shadows will crawl on the walls, They carry along the sepulchral fear and cold - The creatures from the realm of the dreams (there's no place for them under the moon). And you'll curse the day when you've decided to play with the Darkness...
2.
Dead Maiden 05:26
The fumes of black candles, The soot is eating the faces of the saints, Without the count of nights Reflected in the features, so morbid… Sleep-bound by a heroin dream behind the desk, Found a new home in the cobweb of shadows. What do you dream about, oh dead one, in this bewitching murk? The ice of bloodless lips, Kissed by the fiends to their hearts’ content, The transformation into a cadaver, The desire to fall into the Devil’s jaws. And there he is, behind the smooth glass, Appeared as a three-horned goat in the mirror. What do you dream about, oh dead one, in this bewitching murk? In this deep, bewitching murk, Are you having sweet dreams, dead maiden? In this chilling, frightening darkness, The body turns cold on the deathbed. In the damp grave on the very bottom Are you having sweet dreams, dead maiden? The candles faded away, the hearth cooled down, And the Evil one has taken the soul into gloom.
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Myriads of stars have covered the welkin, The night is whispering the mysteries by the unseen lips, A flight through emptiness in the eternal kingdom of Autumn Full of grief and sorrow. Set ablaze in the starshine, Flare up and turn into ashes… To hear the singing of the comets in silence, To fly with the cold winds in the heights, Above the serene and ancient forests – Where there are no more fetters of flesh. To dissolve as a haze plunging into the dark of the sky, To fill the lungs up to the edge with the chilling air, To scatter to thousand shatters, burning down in sparkles, To touch the infinity and find peace. Fall asleep…by the chant of the wind… By the chant of the cold wind… Fall asleep…by the chant of the wind… By the chant of the cold wind… Fall asleep in the eternal slumber by the chant of the cold wind… Fall asleep in the embrace of the Moon’s silver…
4.
Black Magick 07:22
The Sun has died and vanished behind the ridge of ancient mountains, The wolves’ choir leads the funeral service of the deceased day, The air thickens and gets cold – this is the triumph of Darkness, The Black Magic spreads in the air. From the clefts, caves and ravines, The shadows are crawling to the light of campfires. The fearful feast begins for those born in the dark, For those whose blood awakens only by the dead moon. The demons of all kinds are raging in the wild dance: Hitting the drums and blowing the trumpets made of human bones! The hot flame blackens And reaches to the sky, As if about to reach the gray moon… In smoke and soot, In growling and grumble – Something ominous breaks through the shroud… Indescribable, unpronounceable, unthinkable and unseen: something from the netherworlds. Black magic – Revelation of the Cosmos The key to the forgotten doors From the most ancient times…
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In the eyes of the black raven There is only a bottomless depth, The sun will fade in them, The moon will drown in them. In the eyes of the black raven The nag is harnessed in hearse, The grim coachman drives the hearse, There is a veil of mourning on his forehead. Again the old raven announces the ill, Directing his gaze from the branches of the dead trees. In the eyes of the black raven There is a reflection of a dream came true. The mouth of a wide open grave And an astounding silence. Again the old raven announces the ill, Directing his gaze from the branches of the dead trees. In the eyes of the black raven There is a dark reflection – a monument, frozen in silence With a rope around the neck. These eyes are piercing with the fatal glance, And those who were alive are fading away in its reflection.
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The old house is immersed in a mournful sleep, There is a shadow on the wall of the branches rustling behind the window. But what is that sound? As if a knocking… There someone seems to be standing on the porch… In the voiceless silence. In the voiceless silence. Who could have come in such a late hour? The insisting knock shook the doors once again… The guest is at the doors, Open up quicker! Don’t turn on the lights, there is no sense in it, For the one who lives… In the voiceless silence. In the voiceless silence. The granite vault of tombstones Is not simple to split, But sometimes the shadows of the past Are made flesh again.
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The Haunting 04:28

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released February 2, 2023

Razör: all music, lyrics, artwork, vocals, instruments, programming, recording, mix and mastering

Skög: acoustic guitar in track Dead Maiden

Eugenia Kyvaeva: trombone in track The Clock Will Strike Midnight...

Alexander Hazov: photographer

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