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| 1 | With the Spell of Inferno (Mephisto)
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| | 2 | Hidden in the Fog
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| | 3 | Sventevith (Storming near the Baltic) |
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Nergal - voices, all guitars
Les - bassaxes
Inferno - drums & devastation |
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All music by Nergal 1993-1997.
All lyrics by Nergal, except the song "Hidden in a fog" written by Tomasz.
Session synth by Pietr Weltrowski
Synth arrangements by Nergal & Pietr Weltrowski
All guitar arrangements by Nergal
All bass arrangements by Les
Drum arrangements by Inrefno & Nergal
Recorded in in P.J. Studio, February anno 1997
Engineered by Robert Hejduk
Mixed by Robert Hejduk, Nergal & Inferno
Mastering at VOX MORTIIS studio
Nergal uses chris sound research pre-amp |
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| 1. With the Spell of Inferno (Mephisto)
How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majesty
How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth
A livid skies over Wittenberg
And the empty streets and pavements of the town
Everything sinks into dead tears
And craves charlatantry
Mefisto you' |
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But will you speak my name in the ancient tongues
Among thousand flames of profligacy
Naked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreams
I strip myself of my sacred virtues
The picture of male domination (and the treat in blood)
And blood and pride old and clotted already
But I can still see its drops on my hot face
And pain and candles everywhere and incense
And your dream which I wish to wake up in every day:
Everything so ephemeral and equally usual
And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burnt till today
Mephistopheles thousand times I saw in sleep
The essence of eternal life, but have I found it?
If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human race
With spell of hell!
I shall go deeper down than Dante did
And tame the snakes of mine
Phallic symbols the seed of truth
And belief in eternal life:
2. Hidden in the Fog
Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven
Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon
In the old ruins where the dying shadows
Are watching the shine from the stars
Nobody remembers days of glory
Several hundreds years passed in silence
Not a soul has been seen here
O am standing on the hill
So silent in the sky
I am drinking the cold of this night
Old gray wolf flying upon my feet
Is licking the hand of mine
It is night: in my heart
It is moon: in my eyes
I am hidden in a fog - my own breath
Small village in a valley
Sleeping in fear, in a fear of me!
Loathsome race of mortals
Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats
Faithful guards of religion
Old as the blood itself
The cult of the undead
Vampirism
Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain
She was only fourteen
No cry has burst from her lips
Pity that she had to die
But bow sweet was her neck
It is night: in my heart
It is moon: in my eyes
I am hidden in a fog
My own breath
Sometimes only my anthem of triumph
Echoes in mountains landscape
Like blood from thorn opened arteries
Poison flows down the tongue
Somewhere far away a howling can be heard
Oh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania!
Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain
Blood is life: ETERNAL!
3. Sventevith (Storming near the Baltic)