Darknight
Only Voidcraeft do musical darkness and master the art of black metal. The four tracks on offer reek of evil intentions,like they are trying to summon the devil. Fantastic music created by the darkened genius
Favorite track: Τὸ σκῆπτρον ἰθυντήριον (The Guiding Sceptre).
Ἵλαθί μοι, προπάτωρ, προγενέστερε, αὐτογένεθλε
Ἵλαθί μοι, κόσμου κύριος, αὐτολόχευτε
Ὁρκίζω τὸ πῦρ τὸ φανὲν πρῶτον ἐν ἀβύσσῳ
Ὁρκίζω τὴν σὴν δύναμιν, τῆν πᾶσι μεγίστην
Ὁρκίζω τὸν φθείροντα μέχρισ Ἄϊδος εἴσω
Ὁρκίζω τὸν διέποντα φλογὸς ἀκάματον πῦρ
Δεῦρό μοι ἐν τῇ ἁγίᾳ περιστροφῇ τοῦ σου πνεύματος
Παντοκράτωρ, ὁ τὰ πάντα κτίσας
Ἄβυσσον, γαῖαν, πῦρ, ὕδωρ, ἀέρα, αἶθρα
Καὶ ποταμοὺς κελάδοντας, ὑσγηνοϊδῆ τε σελήνην καὶ ἀστέρας ἀερίους
Ὁρκίζω τὸ πῦρ τὸ φανὲν πρῶτον ἐν ἀβύσσῳ
Ὁρκίζω τὴν σὴν δύναμιν, τῆν πᾶσι μεγίστην
Δεῦρό μοι ἐν τῇ ἁγίᾳ περιστροφῇ τοῦ σου πνεύματος
Παντοκράτωρ, ὁ τὰ ἂστραν κρύβων
Ὁ λαμπροφεγγὴς οὐρανοῦ κρατῶν
Ἵλαθί μοι, προπάτωρ
Ἵλαθί μοι, κόσμου κύριος
Translation:
Be gracious unto me, forefather, elder-born one, self-begotten one
Be gracious unto me, lord of the world, self-engendered one
I adjure the fire which first shone in the abyss
I adjure your power which is greatest over all
I adjure him who destroys even in Hades
I adjure him who governs the flame's eternal fire
Come to me in the holy circuit of your spirit,
Almighty one, who created all things
Abyss, earth, fire, water, air, ether
And roaring rivers, the red-faced moon and heaven's stars
I adjure the fire which first shone in the abyss
I adjure your power which is greatest over all
Come to me in the holy circuit of your spirit,
Almighty one, who hides the stars,
Who controls the brightly shining heaven
Be gracious unto me, forefather
Be gracious unto me, lord of the world
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Hear my prayer from Theban plains,
Hear my call in the desert valley,
In the void, the sacred foundation.
A suppliant soul scorched by the sun,
In search of seclusion in the temples,
In the gardened rock-tombs,
In the forgotten sands,
In flight from the multitude of men.
All the pleasures of this world
Shall profit me nothing,
Neither women, food nor drink.
Beholding the pain of humanity
With benign resignation,
That is the secret of the saints.
Man is an incomplete being,
A plaything of God,
Stuck in the dregs of creation,
Just to be cut down by time's sickle,
By plagues and futile wars.
He must atone for his existence
First by living, then by dying,
For all that is born must also perish.
And God is all-seeing
But himself seen by no flesh.
His name is written on every heart,
Yet no man shall see him and live.
Void, formless and incomprehensible,
I command my thoughts to cease,
Mind shattered, body in dissolution,
Speech and action alike impossible,
Flesh and bones converge,
A reversion and withdrawal,
From consonance to dissonance,
From likeness to unlikeness,
From heaven to earth,
From the divine to man.
Thrones and dominions,
Double crown of nothing,
Earth, abyss and fire, he created them,
Water, ether and air express His will,
Roaring rivers, red-faced moon,
Heaven's stars and radiant sun,
All these He gave to man.
Becoming without being,
Desire without satisfaction,
Eternal conflict and ceaseless change,
All of creation groans and travails together.
The prospect of death always before my eyes,
The mystery of death taking root
In the profound abyss of the mind,
Destruction and renewal of the divine form,
The source and destination of all beings,
The gift of its flowing rays
Flashing forth upon all
As things move toward their end.
Though I cleave to what is holy,
I am a man of unclean lips,
Threatened at every step
By both heaven and hell,
And I blush because I have a body
Born into a world that reeks of sin.
Ascending ever higher
To the formless fire,
To the incorruptible flame,
To the image of a voice,
To the divine darkness,
To the inaccessible light,
To the high-arched vault of heaven
In which God is said to dwell,
Wholly divisible, yet indivisible.
May death restore me to my original state.
This is my prayer. Amen.
supported by 14 fans who also own “Μισόσαρκος (Hater of Flesh)”
The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire
