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When night rode across the north
They could finally enter
The hidden stairway
A spiral into the beyond
Through secret pathways
They travelled
Led by the calling
Of the great conjurer
The nine keys of entrance
Unlocked by the hour
Into the mausoleum
Where no light could illuminate
And the shadows
Took physical form
Creating a legion
Of endless mourners
And these mourners
Guided them further
Into the darkness
Towards the never-ending altar
Into the darkness
Upon this altar
There was an urn
Filled with the ashes
Of the great conjurer
A wind started to sing
Increasing in strength
With every note
Roaring in ecstasy
They spread the ashes
To the northern storm
Necromantic devotion
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Nen Cenedril
06:33
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In these deep waters
That even in storms lies still
The stars they shine
In perfect reflection
Many has gazed
Upon the shimmering surface
O, visions of futures
Or an endless past
Nen Cenedril
Nen Cenedril
There are corpses in the water
Perfectly preserved
Nen Cenedril
Drifting in a stream
With faces turned towards the sky
Nen Cenedril
Gazing upon the stars
Gazing endlessly
Into a possible future
Or an endless past
When the clouds gather
The water darkens
And a movement can be felt
From the bottom of the lake
Nen Cenedril
Nen Cenedril
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Through distant shadow vales
Across the poisoned rivers
Through forests ashen cold
Ashen cold
There lies a desert
A vast emptiness
Where serpents wait
In withering ruins
Where the living die
Perdition
Bitter cold
Desolation
Scornful ruins
Shrouded tombs and towers
Reaching for the moon above
Shrouded graves and towers
Reaching for the stars above
Where serpents wait in withering ruins
Where the living die
Where serpents wait in withering ruins
And the dead can finally live
Where the dead can finally live
Where serpents wait in withering ruins
Where the living must die
Where serpents wait in withering ruins
And the dead can finally live
Through distant shadow vales
Through forests ashen cold
Where serpents wait in withering ruins
Where serpents wait in withering ruins
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Naur
06:05
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The roaring vengeance
That leaves only ash
Spreading with the wind
Uncontrollable
Endless hunger
And lust for ruin
Venomous corruption
In the hearts of men
Unknowing servants
Doing your bidding
With torch and cloak
In the still of the night
And as the flames grows higher
And they realize
What they set free
They walk into its arms
To receive the gift of the grave
O, Naur
O, Naur
O, Naur
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Cracked, blackened lips
Rotting teeth, diseased mouth
Bleeding, decaying...with every word
His voice is the voice of ruin
Emissary of the dark lord
Entity of corruption
Lammen Gorthaur
Voice of the dread abomination
Lammen Gorthaur
Voice of the dread abomination
Timeless vessel
Interpreter of shadows
Nameless...Forgotten
Obedient to Him
Who is the tower
Who is the fire
Who is the all-seeing eye
Voice of the dread abomination
Veiled in gloom
Cursed apparition
The light’s last gasp
A slave under His will
Eternally obedient
To the tower
To the fire
Eternally obedient
To the tower
To the fire
To the all-seeing eye
Timeless vessel
Interpreter of shadows
Lammen Gorthaur
Voice of the dread abomination
Lammen Gorthaur
Voice of the dread abomination
Cracked, blackened lips
Rotting teeth, diseased mouth
Bleeding, decaying...with every word
His voice is the voice of ruin
Emissary of the dark lord
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The sound of black drums
Echoing from the deep
Through endless hallways
Where only dust moves
Lingering sprits
Disturbed
Lit torches
Illuminating
Summoned from their slumber
By the vision of fire and ash
A call to arms
To lead this world astray
The mountain trembles
And the air goes still
As their wings are spread
And their ascension commence
Spawn of smokeless fire
And smouldering ash
Spawn of smokeless fire
And smouldering ash
Timeless malignancy
Eater of worlds
Spawn of smokeless fire
And smouldering ash
The sound of black drums
Echoing from the deep
Through endless hallways
Where only dust moves
Spawn of smokeless fire
And smouldering ash
Spawn of smokeless fire
And smouldering ash
Spawn of smokeless fire
And smouldering ash
Of fire
Of fire
Of fire
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When the world was silent
And the storms had faded away
When a new dawn finally arose
And put an end to the night of nights
He abandoned his tower
And took his first breath
Of this new desolate world
Devoid of life
Inheritor of a dead world
Endless wanderer
He who was the key
To the first and final day
The creator of the spell
Bringer of silence
A world to rule
And a world to leave behind
Hear His words
Navigating the maze of corpses
Sailing the seas of rot
A beacon of triumph
In the absolute stillness
When he finally reached
The end of the world
He planted a seed
Of ruin
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Haimad Sweden
Haimad was formed in Sundsvall, Sweden in 1994 and released two demos and an EP between 1995 and 1999 before they went on a
long hiatus.
Many years went by without a sign of life before Azradan, the only remaining founding member, set out to resurrect the band and recruited a new line-up in order to create Symphonic Black Metal in the best tradition of the Scandinavian mid-90s.
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