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Hear a Haunting Chant
Lying in the Northern wind
As the Sky turns Black
clouds of Melancholy
rape the Beams
of a Devoid Dying Sun
and the Distant Fog approaches

1. Twilight Dimension 00:43 instrumental
2. Snowfall 09:04 instrumental

Band members
Gylve Drums
Ted Guitars
Ivar Guitars
Dag Bass

Gurning Victim - Insane on Pain
Bridges Burnt - Future Creamated
Cursed by Damnation - Menial Shreddings
Across the Vacuum; - The Churning Souls

Irrationally Panzergrim Fears
Impending Havoc Nears
Demons of Lost Years and Seconds

Demented anemic minions
Fuelled on crack propaganda
It's allright to love yourself
If you hate yourself

Alle gegen alle
Extract magic
Inflict havoc

One by one, they fell into the sea
The gleam extinguished; arduos future
wait for me
Gravity; the deep pulls me under
Darkness fills me, and I gurgle as is
sink

THE CLOUDS ABOVE ARE DARK, I CAN FEEL IT!

Однажды Томас Фишер копался среди материала, подготовленного для нового альбома Triptykon, и нашёл интересные вещи: неиспользованные заготовки для легендарного "To Mega Therion". Но вот удивление и оживление сменились задумчивостью. "Хм, и что мне делать с этой ерундой теперь?", - подумал Фишер. В итоге у Тома так и не появилось никакого желания возиться с выпуском неизданного раритета, а для Triptykon такой материал ну никак не подходил, поэтому музыкант не стал париться и подарил его своим норвежским кентам из Darkthrone. Так на свет появился "Arctic Thunder".

В общем, уважаемый слушатель, то, что ты только что прочитал, является шутеечкой, но все мы помним про долю правды. Участники Darkthrone никогда не скрывали свою пламенную любовь к творчеству Hellhammer и ранних Celtic Frost. Да и как тут скрыть, когда слышно всё? Альбом "Total Death" был трибьютом первой волне блэка. И там даже были использованы риффы, которые фигурировали на релизах обоих упомянутых проектов Тома Фишера. Ну и, конечно, немалое влияние этих легендарных формаций было замечено в различные периоды творчества норвежцев, особенно начиная со второй половины 90-х, когда Фенриз и Ноктюрно стали во всю заигрывать с блэк-н-ролльными фишками. Ну а "Arctic Thunder" - это прямо откровенный Celtic Frost-воршип.

Однако это не последний сюрприз. Если посмотреть на динамику эволюции Darkthrone, то, опустив из вида раннее дэт-металическое творчество, можно наблюдать за довольно плавным переходом от классического блэк-метала до неклассифицируемой мешанины из блэк-, хэви-, спид-, канадского и прочих металов. "Arctic Thunder" оказывается настоящей бомбой, взорвавшей скепсис самых гипертрофированных реалистов. Darkthrone, пусть и немножко, но вспомнили про свои блэковые корни.

Как уже должно было стать ясно, это не триумфальное возвращение звучания 1992-1995 гг, но блэк-метал на "Arctic Thunder" присутствует в куда больших количествах, чем на любом другом альбоме группы за последний десяток лет. Возможно, "The Underground Resistance" можно назвать альбомом, отличающимся от серии ближайших предшественников. Но там было своего рода развитие тамошних идей. На "Arctic Thunder" же замечается этакий прыжок через те альбомы назад, к более ранним работам.

I must embrace visual hell
To satisfy
US
"Satisfy us... satisfy us...
- to satisfy us!"

"Rape the Whores in Blasphemy
I am HIM while I feast upon your flesh"

Prepare your swollen apathy
Or forge numerous sturdy platforms
Behemoth tankers of mankind
Are now leaking nuclear fear

Atomic coming! Prepare
Atomic coming! Forge
Atomic coming! Behold

I try to keep a good attitude,
Each and every day,
But you're talking business,
When I want to play.

You're always in my way,
You're always in my way.

When hell calls your name
There's no way back
And the burning slaves
And the burning holy

Will be seen from afar
As the new risen throne (star)
And when the fires have burned

Daimon, Daimon...
It's been years...
Daimon, Daimon...
Since I discovered the other world...
The other world!
With shadows draped around me!
Daimon, Daimon... Ååååå
Daimon, Daimooon... Ååååå

I am in a mountain cave,
The night is playing outside!
Seas yonder swim in starlight
Swirling fires grace the plains...

There are treasures (the) night can't hide
And within me things no sun can see
This is where I stood my ground - opened gates for you and me

The urge...so strong
To do the devil's work.
The flock of jesus christ
I will rape your souls
till you see the devil clear

Blackwinged

In the quest for shudders I was as the absence
melted in my hand
As clear as my gleaming sorrow

A spectral fascination
For irony to serve
are the glorious those who triumph
in a kingdom of eternity?

Sex With Satan the loudest song
Sounds like a hammer from hell
Pyrokinesis and Take This Torch
Sounds that fill me with no remorse

Canadian Metal

Whimsical Uproar, Tortured Souls,

Now the time has come
Creep, bleed, pain, you die
Regret, confess, tears, you lie
Mourningstar, the coldest steel

From the beginning, ignorant, bare and cold
Learning slow, no real path to go
Struck by the stars, again and again

Barbwired empty dreams
Existence is futile
Down deeper down
Rock bottom reality

Avoiding edges
Still drawn to death
Removing arsenic

Into the abyss I fall
And Dark is the Reich of the dead.
A portal to reach to the side,
Where bodies fall from the sky.
Solitude and Peace of mind
Entombed in Cromlech.
Yes, flee over the River Styx
And join the dead with joy.

Trilingual babel bastards
Hate at first sight
Cryptic blame enhancer
onto greyer pastures

Hail Hail onward Hail

Agnostic results from satanic wombs

Divided we stand
Knucklescraping pain
Unlocked and insecure
To be all open wounds

Down there I see you
No no, further
Feebly twinkling

Too old to wring the secret from the master
The well you encountered as a child
Merely acknowledging the beacon now
And now you are not well any longer

So this is the pact of the gloat
Double hell for all
All to repair and one to watch

We sail the seas, of negativity
to banish kindness from this place
(Sans scruples, sans humility)

To behold the fierceness of wolves
assailing ye saints thoroughly
(Sans love, sans compassion)

En Vind Av Sorg
La seg tungst
omkring
De Eldstes hus

En eim av Frost
pa en allerede Frossen sjel
Et savn av Hyllest

If you think my castle
Is built on sand
Well bring on the tides
You can fuck off and die

If you think my patience
Is ocean vast
Or river deep

Stripping on twisted knives in miscreation
Norway be my grave
Increasingly insecure
Combine with stagnant joy
Half my life in your name
Fucked up and ready to die
Death just takes a moment
Suffering is forever

Brothers of north, brothers of doom
Ravens has spoke. The attack must begin

The shadows of our warrior souls
will float with infernal speed

Souls of christ, prepare for fight
We'll crush your halls with bonecrushing

(I) first saw you at the graveyard
nice rack n' all
Creepy & lost in a fucked up head
aftershock dark woods and blurry lights

Graveyard sluts!
Graveyard sluts!
Graveyard sluts!

I am the fountainstorm from a black heart
I am the desert of redemption
I soar on dead wings of sin
I am pre-nun with a cracked virginity

The arrows of my direction... failed to hit me *
[The arrows of moderation failed to hit me] **
But the ones who came with fear and hate

Drastic Duties cloak my mind
In darkness they can't see my game
All walls are drawing nearer
Keep on pushing, I'll be born again

Court-marshaled for doing my job
- Bitterness scraping at my thoughts
The stupid eyes of the world are watching

I'm in the air!!!
Hell bent for a rockarolla trip
City lights wave beneath
This year it's Germany!!!

At the end of a dark ride
Guided by the general's eye
With a couple of die hards

En mann drog for å lage ild,
Om hjertet brant hans sjel, var vill
I et slag hvor far var glemt, det ble hans lange, kalde siste vinter.

Vræææææl

En kriger stor, med kovnet sinn
I tåkedal, han ble ført inn

Severed seven arms
Vienna 1683
Elitness opprør
i takt mot avgrunnen

Observe-
Orient– silent majority
Decide-

Marching on... Rain or shine
Mammoths of the forest... Worlds collide

Hiking Metal Punks... Forever!!!
Hiking Metal Punks... Forever!!!

Alenenatt ved Spaalens bredd
Stjerneklar natt over Aassjoebrenna

ONLY IN SLEEP SOME RELIEF COULD BE FOUND
NINTH CIRCLE BOUND
GORGEOUS RADIOACTIVE STRUCTURES
HEAVING WITH THEIR DORMANT PULSE

TIED TO THE MAST
WITH HIS MASTERS VOICE
THIS WILL NEVER LAST

Я рабочий класс

21 год минимальной зарплаты
Нет проблем с физическим трудом

Ты шагнул в 90-е, хочешь показать
мне как,
Что ж, мне не нужны грёбанные одолженья!

I en gammel ask hang en Naskald gubbe
Under en Svart himmel hvorfra Regnet fosset ned
Ingen for dithen for a hugge liket ned
For ingen kunne vite hvorhen hengingen fant sted

Ensom mann han var Da han dro til Valfars plass
Han ankom iført Brynje til et storslått Grimt Palass
Tusen år var gått siden forrige mann kom dit

Dreary bitter soul sets
Life runs painfully gray down the walls of time
Clenching onto the void
Laming intense shivering terror

Evolution of the mind
Severe plunging lightning
Cracking, trembling, reeling

Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the Virginborn
Freeze the shadow of ashes and let
it float away by the Thunder listener's
intense eyelash movements under their
concentration to open the cosmic lid
Cursh not only our surrounding walls
of curiosity, but also the hordes

Lover of all!!!
- Face the Apocalypse
They fade away under the black rain

And flowers remain.
Flowers to step on
Flowers to burn

Sinking deeper into the fabric
Investing more in the movement
Facing east
Skin 'em alive

Scar tissued shadows
Grease factories for weapons

Face of the Goat in the Mirror
Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise
As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside
Searching for the Memories...

In the Shadow of the Horns
only seen by the Kings
of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium

Depreived of Will
Three Feel in the Grave
Decaying Soul
Myself I shall Kill

Life Less
Depreived
Lifeless

Man tenker sitt...
Når tro ranker
Inkrøkt i seg selv
Kun klaustrofobi(en) er en redning

Man tenker sitt
Nag hammadi
Man tenker sitt

Alcohol is in my veins
Tears fall as I think of you
The true memory you left me with
Is a key to the wine of melancholy

I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows
As you hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well
Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough

Landscapes of frozen methane
Vast fields of blue dust before my eyes
I was sent here to describe and tease
The minds of the fantasy kings (of my homeland)
On a ship of curiosity I sail
((Oh) what treasure can be found here!)
And why must eyes face this
Unearthly show of morbid climate

Those Cold Nights are back again
Norway Morning greet my daily toil
That Old familiar smell
Fallen leaves return to our Soil

From the First Day it has been with Me
Since My First steps Outside it's been
there

Over fjell og gjennom Torner
Gjennnom den One Dunkle Skog
DÃ som ein Kriger, Hodet pa eit tre
Skj‘r i kjÃtt. Naler dype i huden ned.

Ravners nebb i Blod vil fratse
efter Slaget har holdt sted
Pansrede kropper i Grusom kamp

"The dragon rises before me
I'll fornicate the beast
COME TO ME
Possess me as I burn
Into your painted realms"

Come the raging chaos
Rule power from your soul

EIGHT MILES DEEP THE WELL FORGOTTEN BY MORTALS
OH, I DRANK IT EMPTY IN ONE SINGLE SIP
EIGHT MILES WIDE THE VALLEY BEYOND ALL HOPE
OH, I FILLED THE WHOLE WITH ONE SINGLE FIST
FIVE MILLION CHRISTIANS ON A RIDE TOWARDS US
OH, I SLAUGHTERED THE BUNCH WITH ONE SINGLE HIT (WITH MY SPEAR)
FIVE MILLION WOMEN SO ALONE IN THE NIGHT
OH, I HAD THEM ALL SATISFIED PROFUSELY (EVERY NIGHT BY MYSELF)

Hung out to dry
Liquid rites engulf
Eaten alive
Again and again

It's raining murder here
and the caves are cold
I curse the skies

Impersonal Whirling Cinical Hate
Abrupt Irritation Morphed (into) Anger
Pounding Exploding Ravishing Grimness
Genes Drenced in Ferocious Wrath

Chronic Deviant Mood Reactions
Vindicative Instincts reeted with Glee
Conpletely Born and Built to Loathe

Engulfed in frost
I sailed our dreams
gloomy inner landscapes come to life

I am the wolf in the darkest scene
Phantasms sweep my role
I am Lucifer, I bring you light and pride

Drowned in stellar dust
We create beginning and end
...Crumbles constantly
We know the center of End
...Who are you on stage?

Breathe deeply-
Lungs filled with waste

I come from a land
of systematic erasure of optimism and positivness
You don't want to encourage me

Slowly corroding your fortified norm
Leaving you bitter, grim and sober

With rigid cramp or silent fear

Forward into this battle
That no one can win
Labyrinth trench on torn land
Sin origin, sin driven

I am of pride and contempt
A crossfire volunteer
Laughing while my world get trampled

Tåken tetner
Mørket faller
Ondskap slumrer
Skogen Kaller

Her ute i Dyrets domene
Gjennomen dyster Gusten Skog
Engler løper engler flyr

"Skald Av Satans Sol"
"Скальд солнца Сатаны"

Туман плотнеет, падает Тьма,
Злоба дремлет, лес зовёт.
По приговору ангелы исчезают,
Ангелы улетают прочь
С моего собственного кладбища.

Видишь ли ты замок вдали
И его светлый шумный праздник,
На котором танцуют, на котором смеются,
На котором погрязли в неосторожном грехе?

И под солнцем, которому (они) будто поклоняются,
Справляют они год новый - так глупо.
Позорный грех, который боги считают

Striving for a piece of Lucifer
Don't you know it can never be digested?
I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately
And it really worries me sick

Let's see who stands when the smoke clears
Keep kicking that litter our way
We ain't about to throw the fight here

(music and lyrics by Nocturno Culto)

Walk around, like royalty
Just a stylized corpse
Life has reached the end
on the inside

Proud of what you have "achieved"

Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul
Pure demoniac blessing as I kill myself in woe
All souls coloured the face of the moon
Shall suffer the eclipse

You must know that I no longer can see
the difference of dream and reality
For the walls have been sieged

The dark and cold wastelands of
Grey dust softens when my downturned
Triangular teardrops covers the ground
This secret got lost to the shepherd's flock
My burning skin connects with the sands of time
And thus the holy angels appear...
"Drag THEM through the mud" I cried
"Instead of me"

Elapsed Chainless Activity
Timeless Contradiction
Born Without Flesh
Stand - Still Movement
Nothing is In Perspective
Smashing Ground
Concious, Aware...
Mindflight Fully Digested

Trapped in the Claws of Time
Bone Hard Deathsane
Necrohatred By Angels
Beneath the Cruust, Shredding Moans

Pretenders of Sorrow
Elder Perserverance Learns
Fakers of Deathyearns

Trapped in the Claws of Time
Bone Hard Deathsane
Necrohatred By Angels
Beneath the Cruust, Shredding Moans

Pretenders of Sorrow
Elder Perserverance Learns
Fakers of Deathyearns

666 steps ahead
I can not be traced
You sense my presence here
Like fear of cancer

HAIL BABYLON!
The cult of Goliath
Scraping on my fence

You buy your home
And follow a dream
No politics here
Just self esteem

A heart warms up
To where you feel home
No bastard rule of religion

Scent of (the) Flying Shadows
are in the Eyes of the Vast Uranus
for these Eyes have seen
the horses of the Universe fade away

Oh, Father (the) Fog of Nebula
your faithful children have escaped
The Walls of Eternity

The key is inside the wall
Every wall. Every way
Every minute. You don't understand
Dying reveals the wish

Wishing is the beyond
A seance is beyond
Talk to the four keys

THE RUSH! THE LIGHTS!
They draw you
EXCITED! DELIGHTED!
They form you
CREATING! DICTATING!
The new you
OUTDATING! PREVENTING!
That old you

Horned Master of Endless Time
Summon thy Unholy Disciples
Trained for Centuries to Come.
Gather on the highest Mountain
United by Hatred;
The final Superjoint Ritual...

This, The Pagan Winter

Feel the burning flame
as the sun in the desert sand
Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment
Shreds your soul
Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape
Hordes from infernal wastelands united
Under blackened wings
Souls under the serpents banner

Nocturnal flight, no shadows cast
A distant symbol of our beyond
Life lies in front of us
Sacred Ground, Rotten Earth

Ashes To Dust
Flesh Decomposed
Caressing the sacred ground

In the depths of the underground
Through the nurseries of real metal sound
Governing the molten core
No more slavery anymore

THE WINDS! THEY CALLED - THE DUNGEON SHAKER
THE WINDS! THEY CALLED - THE DUNGEON SHAKER

Shaken and stirred in the dungeons!
Why is it you find yourself there?
Left in the mud - without a torch
(a fruitless endeavour) and no one cares!
...no they don't - ah!

Seen stumbling around in darkness - questioning honours and dreams
Those treasures will never befall you - they're out of reach

Shaken and stirred in the dungeons!
Why is it you find yourself there?
Left in the mud - without a torch
(a fruitless endeavour) and no one cares!
...no they don't - ah!

Seen stumbling around in darkness - questioning honours and dreams
Those treasures will never befall you - they're out of reach

From the abode of demons
A wing of the pentagram
Comes the juice that painted
My heart and my soul

Swept in black they are
Swept in black I am

Nothing to prove
Just a hellish rock'n roll freak
You call your metal black
It's just plastic lame and weak

We're too old
Too cold
Too old

Transilvanian hunger cold, soul
Your hands are cruel... to haunt, to haunt

The mountains are cold... soul, cold
Careful pale, forever at night

Take me can't you feel the call
Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber

Bearer of Sword
Stands beyond (the) Triumphant
As Eternal Night falls
On the Planet of (almost full) Void
Weaves War with a gesture of Might
Fallen are the Souls
Blinded by the Warrior Dreams
Finds the star invisible

Revel in the glory of system failure
When arrogance marries power
Conceal with the cloak of philantropie
Let the stinking dogs lie

Evil takes all side
Fast and untouchable
True, hard, raw and crusty

Revel in the glory of system failure
when arrogance marries power
conceal with the cloak of philantropie
let the stinking dogs lie

Evil takes all sides
fast and untouchable
true, hard, raw and crusty

When the sun has died
When the angels are blind
When the pig lies thick
Over the palace of god

When the fullmoon lights the earth
When the wolves gather in the open
When blood rains from heaven high

YEARNING GHOSTS IN FLIGHT
AND THEN IT DAWNS ON YOU
OUT THERE IN THE NIGHT
TOWARDS THE ROOM WHICH IS NOT LIT

DECAPITATE SYMPATHY
CANNOT MUSTER THE OUTREACH
DENY THE HELPING HANDS

"It's not by death, but by LIFE, that death kills life"

Weakling avenger
on grains of drain
Life
wielding ultimate death

Bombastic necrohell

Fuckin' forced to sleep
In this life
Enough time to be sober
In death

Whisky
Funeral
Whisky

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i horder av falske profeter

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