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Unter Dem F​ü​ß​e Der Trauerd Winde

by autumn, leaves, scars

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1.
Der Ausweg 04:57
Under the moon I sleep My torment ; my future A wolf among plebeians Among a flock I creep What I become in darkness I manifest in light An outcast astray from their path The end of humanity is my treacherous desire I long for the end Baptism in fire! A sick heart… A heart so vile! A sick heart and vile A place where I retreat Days are like the wind... and my exile within reach Under the moon I am still To witness such decay god must be dead Whispers in my ear... the wind brings a creed... I am a forest and a night of dark trees He who is not afraid, he will be free Man is a rope across an abyss Man is a bridge, cross and you’ll see who the enemy is Heretic and traitor, always alone From ashes reborn No shepard nor herd No pitiful lives No meaningless urges No sense to define
2.
Nihil 05:31
Denial of the light To gaze into the nocturnal mirror To face the internal emperor no longer vernal Refusal to face the fading glare of my worn out stare Denial of the truth Rejection of the falsehood Embracing nihility I have wasted thoughts and wisdom I have tasted death's own kingdom I still hear the winter's silence echoing within it's chambers And I recall the corruption of my heart Eating its way like a worm in the dirt Before the mirror I rejoice in a brief moment of clarity, veiled in the dark... With a firm grip on the frame I stare into my own fading glare A slight stir, a small movement from what dwells within In the depths something is growing… darkening... I have wasted thoughts and wisdom Staring into the black surface of the mirror Searching for something glimmering I have wasted thoughts and wisdom I have tasted death's own kingdom I still hear the winter's silence echoing within it's chambers I have turned towards my inner being and embraced the blackness I behold my shell, sprinkling like sand through the fingers of Nihil
3.
It speaks to me Words scattered like dead leaves Weightless feathers carried by ephemeral days Should I like a wolf change my cloth or come forth the same bringing my offering... I whisper to myself Should I delude my kin or betray my spirit? Oh, how I wish I did not know anything A heinous act if there ever was one The trouble of being born sharpens my tool If it mutilates me, what use would it have to drink from the goblet of a life that is not sincere... Still I dread the future and I tremble not knowing if I could end this existence for it would be too late You pay upfront for whoring How will you repay your maid... A mother soaked in red cleaning her son’s dread
4.
He cherishes his poverty for he knows his spirit is rich Burdened by years With the anchor’s rope in a tight grip The will doesn’t know the defeat The sea breeze… Rivers flowing through the cracks of his skin A siren’s song… a lure bitten... the hook runs deep All the things that could have been All his dreams that should have been Now drifting away Gone from his mind but still in his heart At sea the memories are currency exchanging the past for the sun’s touch of the previous day At night the forgotten is evoked It emerges from the deep sea fog like a terrible ship The nightmare’s sweat is cold but the eyes are thankful when they meet the shelter of the hut For many nights they have only met the sky with the moon as the only witness An old man sailing and the sea breeze... a siren’s song for his wounds ease The lure is bitten and the hook runs deep
5.
On the streets corpses decay the living rotting away Shivers of madness swaying the trees The dead hang in peace A shadow approaches but flees No finery around, just decadence crawling through the leaves The man is hungry while I’m full The whore is raped as someone prays for the golden gate The fall is violet and we are all doomed Outside the dawn cracks but it feels like dusk All embraces are cold and our hearts voided And in the dark there’ll be another funeral For the days are upon us Like broken glass thrown by the violent drunks we’ll be trampled into the mud No solace... No solace to be found in the city’s cold embrace
6.
Lieber Tod 02:11
7.
A piercing howl: “Begone! Oh, thou foul destroyer” It echoes as an otherworldly reminder of our mortality The howl of a body, tormented by parasites The howl of a body, plagued by vermin A craving of righteousness, to rid oneself of burden I behold, not the wither of winter, but the wither of human waste A symbol of my perfidy As punishment for my treason I am entangled, wounded Shackled by the thorns that rip... Entangled, wounded Held in a tightening grip… Craving for reprisal the tormented tears my skin Entangled and wounded Hear my blood drip! Behold the branches that whip… Behold the claws of Tellus “Begone! Oh, thou foul destroyer Repent under the tormenting rain” In vain, I sought atonement Earth will never bemoan the death of me Begone! Oh, thou foul destroyer...
8.
Recess and rebirth The corruption of hearts To reap the flesh of the earth We bask in the reflections Shadowed, fooled by our superiors Refusing to look towards the sun Hiding the glare in our eyes Refusing my bread and all days I contemplate upon the lands Sterile are the seeds Sown in vain I wander like the wolf But no hands are there to feed me No hands to bite The wind mourns as I shelter my eyes The hunger grows still but soon I will feast When darkness falls the glow so mesmerising I adulate the spell I answer the call He who sat in the dark through night’s sorrowful hours He who wept in fear he will know my power Recess and rebirth On earth all errors are paid again Blood moon ritual My journey begins
9.
10.
Far beyond the withered fields Beyond desolate lands Past the crooked birches Past the great willow, burdened by wither There you will find my burial site... My heart… a can of worms Buried, decayed and ruptured with rust Like leaves I’m pulled into the soil My heart is a can of worms… My heart is a can of worms and I rot, I rot away into the veins of Earth Recycled… the blood of my being Dissolved... the guilt of my existence as I lie in the grave for my life Here I sleep, with fog as my only blanket Here I sleep, with a stone as pillow Here I sleep, alone in the soil Here I sleep… my heart filled with worms...
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12.
Streaming rivers The purest tears Blackened at the surface Encased in rotten leaves lies our weeping world Poisoned as spectral waters seep through her skin The spillage of our mothers blood - seeking its spring Beneath a blanket of rotten leaves Veins wither Roots clogged by the thick black cancer that is human greed A plagued matriarch scorned by her children Slowly consumed by worms… Oh, decaying mother! Earth will never bemoan the death of us

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"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 “𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘍üß𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦” 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘍𝘜𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘓, 𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘉𝘌𝘕𝘋, 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘏𝘌𝘔, 𝘎𝘖𝘙𝘎𝘖𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘏, 𝘉𝘜𝘙𝘡𝘜𝘔, 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘌."

"𝘈 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥", 8/10
- OccultBlackMetalZine

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘸, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦." 7/10
- Metal Temple

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released April 24, 2021

Recorded in Romania / Sweden.
Instruments by Thorgir.
Vocals by Kyla.
Mixed and mastered by Thorgir.

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Includes 8-page booklet and Pit-Art CD.
Released by Satanath Records (RUS) and The End of Time Records (IRE).

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