- IN NOSTRUM MALEFICIUM-
(2007)

:: Shades and conspiracy ::                                                                          
(Ulfhedhnir)

I can't live anymore condemned by this light. The shades knock to my entrance. Soon these walls will be slaughtered, the rocks will roll to the ground and I will rise myself. The chains will be dyed of red, my wrists will get back life and no more chains…

The toll plays
the song of the rooster has come
the walls have surrendered
and the shadows have armed me

That jail and that sentence
what have you taught me
sister loneliness?
The mother night has embrace
the son of the sentence
now I can reopen the eyes
and see my darkness again.

Silvery light
weak entertainer of pain
I owed attend only
I owed breathe only

Useless your chains have been
as infamous you have tried the superiority
but only blood
the blood of my liberation
among friendly shades and conspiracy

:: Rottenness of the purity ::                                                                                
(Ulfhedhnir)

It was the light to curse us
the light that many
call salvation
and our curse
it was our fortune
our strength
arcane snake
harvester of confusion
teacher of lie
Lord of the pain

The king of the purification
master the throne
we, creators of dismay
we'll be his militia

The shining star
murmurs chrysalises of attractiveness
the flesh will stagger
between fire and pain

The rottenness of the purity
nauseate me

:: A new Sun ::                                                                    
(Ulfhedhnir)

And was the earth to whisper
my name
were the leaves to shout
the whisper

Radiated the way
in the animated stream
I heard the life assumes its forms

Darkness and fear
caresses of spasm
brother silence
what I'm changing to?

There's no mutation without reflection…
the beginning is happening

The crash of the flame
it crumbles the lock time
the decline of the past
the boldness of the present

Dust of ice
melt you with fire
this is the mutation
this is the new harvester

My name is written in the stone
this sky a new Sun will have

All is lock, all is moveing
to my eyes
so slow and strong the evolution
the privilege is raised

The crash of the flame
it crumbles the lock time
the decline of the past
the boldness of the present

Here the toll
the call of stone
now I can walk
now I can touch
now I can assign

:: Verba Secretorum Hermetis ::                                                                    
(Hermetis Trismegistus)

Verum, sine mendacio certum et verissimum, quod est inferius, est sicut quod est superius, et quod est superius, est sicut quod est inferius: ad perpetranda miracula rei unius. Et sicut omnes res fuerunt ab uno, meditatione unius; sic omnes res natae fuerunt ab hac una re, adaptatione.

Her father is the sun, her mother the moon, brought the wind in her abdomen: her nurse is the earth. The father of every perfection of the whole world is here. Its power is entire. If it will have been versed in the earth, you'll separate the earth from the fire.

Ascendit a terra in coelum, iterumque descendit in terram, et recipit uim superiorum et inferiorum. Sic habebis gloriam totius mundi.

:: By His hands through me ::                                                                    
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

Through me He live
His blood is inside me
I am more than His child
I am himself now.

He sees through me
He speaks through me
He acts through me
by His hands hands, through me

The meat doesn't hold back
the violence of the sin
the menbras be torn
like howling mouths

that vomit heresies
howling for the sufferings
that invokes revenge
and the usurped Kingdom.

A Legion of Demons
resides in my miserable body
through me they will open
the gates of His dominion.

I am His terrestrial medium
I lodge His children inside me
nourishes themselves with my hate
burns my burnt flesh.

Ego, Occultae Virium emissarium, me immolo pro Tua Filia Legione, oh magnus Magister Obscurus, vive in me! Ego sum Tues manus in terra! Tua voluntas erit mei sacrificii fructus!

:: Plague of Necromancer ::                                                                    
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

The hell is overflowing of hate.
Horrible creatures inhabitants of the afterlife,
they wander in this reality.
The plague of the Necromancer,
the Evil is out of control.
Corps possessed by bestial legions.
The flesh lodge the Chaos.
As an alchemic transmutation,
earth is by now a living cemetery.
Join us, deadly weak,
this is the beginning of the resurrection.
Orphan of a sleeping god,
abandoned by a cowardly master.
The light of the sun is darkened by the blood,
putrefaction reigns in the temple of god.
Sons of Satan hungry of human fear.
Empathic rivers that leads to the madness,
Suicidial mediums devoured by voracious larvas.
Zombi, zombi, plague of the Necromancer.

:: Wandering stone ::                                                                    
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

Megalitics Altars,
surrounded by ancient forces.
Rediscover your essence,
magician master.

I am the wanderer
that explores your soul
and I am the stone
on the seabed.

I feel the strength increase,
in an universal explosion.
The morality of the actual age
has abandoned me.

I am the wanderer that swims in your blood
and I am the stone that has stoned
thousand martyrs.

I'm possessed by a primordial hunger.
I follow the dogmas of an ancient will,
help me Old Man.

I am the wanderer
that is lost in the void
and I am the stone
that will become avalanche.

I am the wonder
that enchants your mind,
the fire that melt your ice,
the water that purify you
and the wind that makes you fly.

:: Amphiteatrum Sapientiae Aeternae ::                                                                    
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

It was the age of the great Knowledge
the thought was lighter than the air
but it burned more than fire.
The age of the non - tradition
of the mind's power
of the Order and of the Purity.

The weight of the power can be suffocating,
as I already said once,
as I already lived once,
the corruption consumes the man
and that was the Original Sin.

Ab baratro sine fine fugat
propagat usque ad hoc tempus
et tempus futurus iam itum est.

The amphitheater of the eternal wisdom
Temple of the primitive wisdom
It's by now a distant dream
that often change into nightmare.

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- VEHEMENTIA -
(2005)

:: Evocative prayer to Lilith ::                                                  
(Anonimous Author)

Oh Lilith, Queen of the Darkness,
You that give the life to the monsters and terrestrial dragons,
You that favor the negromantis
You, Black Moon, You infernal Moon
You go down between us as a dark cloud,
ploughs the sky as wandering black star
You wrap this place with your wings of vampire.
Oh Black Eclipse
show to us the bloody shades
Of the ghosts in your power
And the celestial demons
Wandering in the obscurity of the Chaos.
Oh bride of Satan,
We mark our abdomen
with the sign of the cross moons.
Oh angel of the night
We pronounce Your name
What it contains the spell
That will make to shine Your Black Light
In the sky without Moon and without stars.
Oh Black Fairy,
guide up to us the lunar vampires
Oh Black Mother,
bathes with the cold lifeblood of the sky
the warm blood vapors of the earth
in the point of Celestial Death.
Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, comes to us.


:: Garden of the Philosophers ::                                      
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

I look at the sky and I see the stars.
Orion, why you are so far, so inaccessible?
In the sad and miserable conscience of the being man I scorn my limits and I regret the fallen Atlantide. By now only remembers sealed in clear covert and forlorn stones.

Solve et Coagula.

Never like today this concept appears me as clear and paradoxically deceptive. Coagulate et Solve is theway imposed, junction and dissolution are the destiny that waits me. The power of the chaos dominates my future. I am alone, wanderer in the immense garden of the philosophers, King of the ancient dreamers. Art surrounds me, I feel it like the oath that governs my empire. Blasphemy is the verb for the hopes that one time I had and that now rests to the feet of this monument of fog, snow and ice. The heart of the brother is black like the night and the blood flows cold among the deceased meats of betrayed angels. I am to the search of a never had orgasm and that this sterile life can't offer me ever. What is the hope compare to the destiny? An horrible nightmare that haunts and disturbs my rest.
I don't find the end of this fairy garden and, surrounded of artists, Princes of fantasy, I look for repose near the shore of this river of putrescences. Without breath, without the soul I offer myself to the nightmares, my only friends.

Solve et Coagula.


:: Monarch of lie ::                                                                            
(Ulfhedhnir)

Storm!
Can you hear the roar and the violence of the sky?
Fire and earth feeding
The uneasiness of the celestial god.
The wind raises the flames,
Fills the earth with rain
In a unique cosmic prophecy.
The circle is open,
The portal of the unknown cheers my will.
The ropes of the Abyss are straining on high,
The son of fire commands the elements.
The monarch of lie
Spies from the erebus,
as he spies from other places...
I, the monarch of the dark soul.

Ignis et acqua in mea manu
Involutum terra et aera.

Monarch of lie, lord of untruth,
Don't believe in what I show you
Just illusions all around.
Creatinon is not that
I am the forefather of fate
I, the monarch of lie.


:: Fabled Ceremony ::                                                                                              
(Ulfhedhnir)

…and I heard the sound
of that writhe among the nocturnal breeze
those leaves of the sundown color
color of the death.
The shades of the silence conspires
like broken stars.
Fire of sulphur, silver and incense
the mystical nature of the fabled magic
knowledge and learning like a cosmic fusion
of dusts in the universe.
Breathe the flames of the chandeliers
the hands toward the sky,
a magic emblem under my feet
…and an evocative energy.
Out from the circle the storm,
inside the circle awful calm.
The trees seem to break,
folded up from the force of my words,
the stones briefs from the ground,
raised around me.
The skies furrowed from baggy clouds of black energy

Veni supplicium
Veni timor
Veni oblectatio
Ignis sulphuris,
argentum et tus
Fabulosa caerimonia


:: Rivers of incense ::                                                     
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

Along the Magic Way of the knowledge
Human beings like scorch sleep
Black crystals in my blood flow
Lost hate through toss of belch
The moon lead me where I don't see
Words carry from a clipping wind
The my secret is inaccessible
Stone thrown in open sea
The heat of the candle, red flame
Icy my soul, antiseptic
Sound- pain, slopping calyx
Lukewarm blood, reflection and agony
A big dark room inside
Breathing the dust of the past
Rivers of incense relaxants
Atmospheric occult art
Old wise man that sell lifes
Young cripples that buy dignity
Water bathed by rain of fire
The moon could blind you
Thieves of souls gallivant light
Actors recite the own drama
Suicidal animals for thirst of instinct
Chorus of Salomonic Heresy


:: Principium Ater ::                                                                          
(Ulfhedhnir)

Devotion like pungent pact
Of ancestral testimony
In this endless wisdom
of manifold nature, in one appearance
Among bodies of thousand forms
From spider to cold war among false colors
And falling tears of feelings
To you the taller and ardent fire
You messenger of the dark
You father of the evil and son of black flame
Powerful master with sinister appearance
To you the praises, to you the most awful hymns.
Satan, Lucifer, Abyss,
Devil, eternal evil, how much names
Recognized to you my master.
Tu evocaris ab quibus Te timent
Satanas, Satanas, Satanas.
The black arts, the astral skies,
The fervent clouds, the abysses without color,
Smashed the cohort of angels will be
To your arrival among wheezes of fear
So from your imposing earth.


:: Shamhain (Umbrae Ritualis) ::                                                
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

During the night when all is visible I open the doors of Wisdom. Propitious instant for my sacrifice , propitious istant for every request. Burns , incense of hope! Burns , torch of knowledge! While, mad human , I pour the blood of madness. My art is like a trapped bat in a small snare that is life. Like the ivy that soffocate the oak the body trap the soul. I , man with many faces , be able to synchronize the time and journey through the plans , now I kneel down myself in front of the Mather: receive us among your arms like imperiture stars , your sons come toward you, sempiternal moon.

Endah hiv Alckhoth
Dem nevr Isht
Ehn hat Eshagt
Morsct nevr Isht
Ca jd ol Faa
Ca jd ol Hom

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- VOCAT SPIRITUM MORTI -
(2004)

:: Dwarf ::                                                                    
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

"And a creature spider like drew near. It had the harness of his cloth in hand. It told that you were his steed and put you the bridle around the neck. Immediately they took themselves off from the earth and their corpses got cold."
Painting God I lose my candidness. I feel my soul purge itself… painting God. Like a black spider I raise my trap… painting God I acquire splendor. This is the Magic of the dwarf that transform itself, the spell of the void governs the harness of the life. Could you stand all this? Autocelebrated utopia, human aracnophobia. The free will is outcome by a fanciful thought, the imagination is our only expressing freedom. Master comes in my help, save me, drive me through the cloths of Dwarf, use my hand painting God painting God. Haltered conscience.

Magister, in meum auxilium veni, me sarva, inter nani aranea me duce. Mea manus adhibe.

:: Vinum Sabbati ::                                                        
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

Once upon the time they flies high in the nightsky and a littles could see them. Occult congregations of black ladies that in circles in the countries dance until morning. In the research of immortality many soul was lost.

Juice of Sabbath, wine of witches, vital liquid, Vinum Sabbati.

The flash is depraved and the soul is lost for this mortal life! Many woman gather themself , placard of perversion and unsoluble luxury. Them echoes still resound and them shadows still ramble. Too many children , too many screams.

Juice of Sabbath, wine of witches, vital liquid, Vinum Sabbati.

Drink the extreme beverage dirty woman unsatisfied and leave this mortal plane, liberate yourself from the death and gain the eternal life. Listen to the laments of wich have wrong , accept the faith and the black mistress. The shadows wrap ourself and this is my gift…In the mist , in the mist I wander and sulphureous visions make a circle of wich I' m the center.

Juice of Sabbath, wine of witches, vital liquid, Vinum Sabbati.

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- I.GNE N.ATURA R.ENOVATUR I.NTEGRA -
(2000)

:: Wizard ::                                       
(Domine Saevum Gravem & Francesco Petrarca)

Governing the nature I live. One thousand astral battles against one thousand enemies. One hundred years ago, but like now. The world belong to me, its energy belong to me, so the light like the obscurity, in a game of equilibrium, in a law, universal.

Status iste procellis subiacet innumeris et finis ad alta levatis est ruere. Heu tremulum magnorum culmen honorum, spesque hominum fallax et inanis gloria fictis ilitia blanditiis! Heu vita incerta labori dedita perpetuo, semperque heu certa nec unquam sat mortis provisa dies! Heu surtis inique natus homo in terris! Moriturus ad astra scandere querit homo.

From the smaller temple to the Great Pantheon, I'll there untill the day of Doom, like man or like spirit, my essence will be mend for to crown by the Old Man. Just prize for my sacrifice, Just merit for the accomplishment of my duty. Otherwise only putrefy ground.


:: Dark Glory' s Magnificence ::                                                           
(Ulfhedhnir)

The fog is loweringwraping up the frozen wood, while the light is chokeing, and the darkness' magnificence rases its dominion. Light, cursed light, here is the shadow' s mantle that awakes my nights, drove from the nearest voice to the brightest black moon, passageing uneraseing border of wisdom. The candles will turns off to the step of our black cloacks, from the darkest soul of cursed look to we concess with the obscure gift. Sofferent corpses wraped like serpents' orgies, the black flame lights up my way, my sword shows its glittering blade greasy of unpower purity and the waters will be turbid, the earth opens its form, the dark skyes by fade air, and the fire will lights up the seal of our proteiform faces with purple lips coloured. Damned will rese the magic emblem, symbol of obscure eternal force, without erasely trace but swindler signs. Here is the icy slyness descends from the blackest abyss between a war of roses and blood, admireing our immortality beside from the black seal. Blowing of death for you poor illuse, frighted souls from your god, the wolf is howling to our victory, howl to you flock of free sheeps, all was wrote, wrote in the stars, and we proceed the way between brumbles and ravens.


:: Trees of Stone ::                                                        
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

Elunh, Earth, come to me, come to me!
Amril, Fire, come to me, come to me!
Wuath, Wave, come to me, come to me!
Thlimè, Wind, come to me, come to me!

From the wind, the voices of thousand masters I feel, teachings fixed in megalythics altars, the sky is now designed on the earth and the energy disposed like the cloth of a sage spider, funeral temples like dimensional gates.

Ars moriendi, Tempus fugit!

Much is that the man has lost, moon and stars were his memory, you are there, oh colossus, to the shade of a millennial yew tree and I still don' t understand the mysteries that you conceal. Anything is eternal, but you are deathless, son of the raffishness, are you ready to return?

Oh Spiriti del Nord, delle nevi profonde e delle notti lunghe delle terre settentrionali!
Oh antenati i cui spiriti rifulgono luminosi nei cieli stellati!
Oh creature dell' oscurità vellutata, antichi maestri dell' inverno!
Rendete omaggio a questo nostro rito sacro, come noi rendiamo omaggio a Voi.
Fateci sentire la vostra presenza.

Elunh, Earth, Evil, Evil!
Amril, Fire, Evil, Evil!
Wuath, Wave, Evil, Evil!
Thlimè, Wind, Evil, Evil!

De profundis clamavi…et misericordia nociva est!

Giant of stone that you possess the Knowledge, feel my soul that floats in a limbonic learning.


:: Spellbound Atmosphere of Fiendish Calm ::                                      
(Ulfhedhnir)

Receive the secrets of the forbidden arts. Entwine among dreadful whispers since the dark will be your guide. Spellbound atmosphere of fiendish calm the hand to me joined already point out the way. Like dust of the earth your breath will wind the bodies and from the black throne your horns they will rise to your enemy. King of Depth , show them your force narrate them the worst of the nightmares. They in the dark will awaken our eyes, gallivanting without stop the run of the thoughts, where the flames unite with the mystery, and the dark doesn' t meet the light ever. Dark your seal, you raise the pentacle among the impassive glaciers you pick the boldness, since great will be your victory. From the tenebrous empire already belches your howl of victory.


:: Endless Cosciential Journey ::                                                         
(Ulfhedhnir)

For You are scarlet the skies in front of this truth wich I could believe only like free angel. To You the sufferings of shrill words, the truth suffered in a time of dark situation among distant luminaries and distant marvels. My mind fight a battle already marked, already astablished for as aware, of my thoughts the defeat by me will come Like blow of wind, like water of brook, slow and silent but with great force. I have lit candles, tearing candles and from the weak light I confine myself in the agitation. I haven' t solution, I haven' t guilt, a help I look for…and which will be my peace? Succumb in the inside pain is the most atrocious of the torments, like a beast in cage for want of others… And then what do you do? Magic, propitiatory Magic, to You I entrust my destiny, to You thankful I will be In this frozen night in this deceptive time my learning to You will arrive at, among the smoke of this brazier among the substance of this Calyx, like endless cosciential journey. Difficult will be my want, circuitos the way to cross, but the fate will decide and it there is not bigger truth to research if not finding it in thoughts, in own thoughts by now disturbed, in a time by now unremembered.


:: Serpens. Misericordia nociva ::                                                            
(Anonimous author)

Qui fert malis auxilium, post tempus dolet. Gelu rigentem quidam colubram sustulit. Sinuque fovit, contra se ipse misericors; Namque ut refecta est, nequit hominem protinus. Hanc alia cum rogaret causam facinoris, respondit: "Ne qis discat prodesse improbis"

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- NOX ISECUTA EST -
(1999)

:: Invocation ::                                                               
(Sorath & Abdul Alhazred)

Hear Him who howls with snake ' s tusk, into the bowels of the earth, the roar of Him who pervade eternally the endless heavens. His might rend the forest and overwhelm the city, but no one will know the hand that deal, and the soul that destroy, because without visage and filthy proceed the Damned and His form is unknown by men. Hear Him voice, in the hours of obscurity, answer to His recall, bow and honour your Lord, waiting when the death will die and will came His age, when He will rise again, and His realm will cover the earth. Give me Your sign, oh great Lord of the Evil, so that I could know Your wish, grant me the power of allay the waves, so that I could hear Your call. Give me Your sign, oh great Lord of the Evil.


:: In The Sign Of Alnaza ::                                
(Domine Saevum Gravem & King Salomon)

In the sign of Ainaza, when fire' s star reside in the cancer, and the doors of dark house open itself, negative influences helps wicked acts. Only in that instant. I'll attend it, with my brothers and during the waiting I swing myself with the frozen notes of music abhored.

Ego vos invoco, et invocando vos conjuro, atque, supernae majestatis munitus virtute, potenter impero per eum qui dìxit et factum est, et cui obediunt nihil omnes creature et per hoc nomen ineffabile. Terra tremit, exercitus coelestium tremit.

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- IN TUO HONORI PREPARATUM -
(1998)

:: Revelation of the Call::                                                               
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

Why do you have come here. I didn' t know where go, I was cold, You have heated me, I was hungry, you have eated me, I was afraid, now i doesn't have some. This is my kingdom, now it is also your. I am your debtor, ask that than you want.
“ I wan' t your life, I desire your soul”.
He obtained it , He was to his service. Now I feel better, What can I do for you?
“ Evil, the death, kills for me”.
So for him began a new, obscure era. For Him I' ll do it, always and in each place. For Him I'll do it with all my forces. Knights, Demons, sons of the night, follow me.


:: My Vision Of Nightsky ::                                              
(Domine Saevum Gravem)

Death will quicly descend on him that upseted the peaceful sleep of Pharaon. Filthy human creature, you can't disturb the migthy Evil Spirits. Oh mortal, is coming your time, the death is only a passing for arrive in my Kingdom. Egiptian Demons reach yourself in a plenilune's nigth, in connection with the costellation of Orion. In my mind I see Your dark labirint and I understand Your disperation, by now mummy, but maybe I envy You. The long fillet of death, of death will wrap Ourself in a incense overture…


:: In Tuo Honori Preparatum ::                   
(Domine Saevum Gravem & King Salomon)

Satani , magnus et potens , exaudi preces meas et benedicas tuae fructum.

High is the name of Satan our Father, forever will be praised in the ages of the ages. To You, Horned Father, I offer my soul, for You, Horned King, I sacrifice my life. I rise the Black Sword for defeat the force of god, forever will be protected the Infernal Goat, symbol of wickedness.

Satani, magnus et onnipotens, benedicas hoc istud vasculum in Tuo honori preparatum, per omnia opera Tua.

The abyss will recome out, will be chaos and the Satanic Domination will rule. Hail to You King of Hell and Lord of Evil, I ask asylum in the migthy Legion. High is the name of Satan our Father, forever will be praised in the ages of the age.