Neuer UK Black Metal: NINKHARSAG – ‘Strigoi Diabolicum‘

Neuer UK Black Metal: NINKHARSAG – ‘Strigoi Diabolicum‘

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Die UK Black Metal Unit NINKHARSAG bringen ihre zweite Scheibe “The Dread March of Solemn Gods” zum Datum der Walpurgisnacht, also am 30. April raus. Den ersten klassisch schwarzen Song ‘Strigoi Diabolicum‘ könnt ihr jetzt bereits hören.

Der Viererpack meint zur Single:

“The song ‘Strigoi Diabolicum‘ is a mighty anthem written to explore the animalistic nature of man; to overcome adversity with the ferocity of a unchained and hungry wolf at whatever cost. It is about casting off the shell of weak human flesh to become a being higher and with more purpose than the feeble sheep which inhabit the Earth. Although this transformation may lead to expulsion from the circles of men, it is better to live free than to die a slave to a vile, corrupt way of life.”

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Lyrics:

My blood is burning, my skin is aflame.

I feel the hungry moon rise in its splendour, once again.

The snow lies solemn on the grave filled earth,

the lonesome church bell resounds.

The reek of death lies thick in the air.

The funeral pyres are lit to bring darkness to bear.

 

The winter fog surrounds me,

On this bleak December night.

The winter moon enthralls me,

Possessed by lunar might.

I am the cursed one, forever scorned.

I am the wretched one, but never mourned.

 

In the grip of night-bound madness, I stalk through wood and mire,

Beneath the cloak of darkness, forgotten paths my shrine.

I bear the robe of human form, yet more akin to beasts,

who plagued the Earth in centuries, now lost, but never ceased.

The studded vaults of heaven, reflect within mine eyes,

these old dead worlds a treasure trove, untouchable, and never mine.

I am the scourge of woman-kind, the bastard son of god.

My claws sink deep into the soil, my jaws sink on human throats.

 

I am the vague shadow of death.

The howling wind that bespeaks the coming of nocturnal terrors.

Sanguine my jaws, black my coat, putrid my breath.

 

The winter mist enrobes me,

on this cold December night.

The winter moon enthralls me,

possessed by lunar might.

I am the cursed one, forever scorned.

I am the wretched one, but never mourned.

 

Through this realm of blessed torment, I am the one divine.

The saviour and devourer, the crushing grip of time.

Dead faces stare in reverence, their faith in God dissolved.

Wide eyed unholy death stare, I am the fear that comes to life.

 

The gravestones turned upside down.

My cries shall chill the blood and snuff out the light.