Verdonkermaan

by Nihill

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Holland's Nihill are one of the few bands in current circulation to which some of black metal's most common musical descriptors actually apply. Theirs is music of a truly relentless, cold and unforgiving nature, one which offers little or nothing in the way of relief or comforting melody. Though their albums are often punctuated by stretches of near silence or hushed ambience set between walls of frenzied blast and pummeling churn, these lulls serve to bolster the threatening whole in their absence of recognizable musical footholds. The winding paths laid by their music may be lightless, but the journey down them is one well worth taking.

Verdonkermaan is the third installment of a trilogy that began with 2007's Krach, and delves further into the churning cosmos as mapped out by its predecessors. Opener "Vuur - the Deathwind of Resurrection" serves as a devastating introduction to the album, replete with scalding washes of caustic guitars, and a howling backdrop that threatens a continual consumption of the foreground without ever fully taking over. Downshifting in tempo, but not in intensity "Spiral - The Taileater" brings the listener fully into the shadowy fold, with a hypnotic combination of cascading single note bends and insistent low end throb. From this peak of maximal force, through the dizzying cycle that closes out the album, many lines are cast into the pitch, but all remain firmly tethered to a dark hearted center. It's precisely this ability to transverse a multifaceted terrain without ever losing course that give the album its undeniably potency and obsidian allure.

Considering Verdonkermaan unto itself, as well as the trilogy to which it belongs, it's readily apparent that Nihill have established themselves fully and firmly with these stark and ferocious musical proclamations. While their efforts are clearly built on the foundational pillars erected by the early founders of the genre, they have added their own singular and acidic tongue to the modern lexicon of black metal. Though self imposed obscurity is the proud badge of many who've tread this particular realm of sound, the existence of Nihill and their freshly completed trilogy should not be overlooked by those who seek to stare longingly into heart of darkness.

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released 21 August 2012

Illustration man: Aubrey Beardsley
Thanks: Aaron & Hydrahead and
Johan & Monumentum.
Hails: Dodecahedron, Funeral Goat.

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Track Name: Vuur: the deathwind of resurrection.
Upon my mouth god has set a seal
My lips revealing not one secret
The gift bestowed upon me by demon and nature
"He hath cast me into the mire,
and I become like dust and ashes."
But I will not cry unto thee
I march into the desert to suffer terror
INCINERATION
The dust of man
The spirit of the earth
The fiery spirit of god in heaven
The crown of glory floating between lion and sun
Is one spelling death for the winged child of promise
My left hand destroying my own heart
And withering the white roses of the albedo.
Blindfolded children
My fiery breath
Will fan the furnace fire
All will turn into black vessels
Filled with earth and clouds of ashes
Upon my mouth god has set a seal
For I have become cruel to all
With strong hand I oppose you
I will lift you up to the wind
Causing you to ride it (to dissolve your substance)
For I know I will bring you to death
And to the house appointed for all living
Looking for good, evil came unto you
Waiting for light, darkness came
Your bowels will boil and will rest not
Mourning without the sun
Stand up, cry into the congregation
"I am a brother to dragons,
and a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me,
And my bones are burned with heat."

Upon my mouth god has set a seal
Lying in the dry desert
Fraught with suspense
The child of spiritual rebirth
Placed under the lions claws
The crown of glory floating between lion and sun
Is one spelling death for the winged child of promise
My left hand destroying my own heart
And with withering the white roses of the albedo.
Blindfolded children
My fiery breath will fan the furnace fire
Sublimation into the spirit of the earth
Matter should be purified
Then dissolved, destroyed, decomposed,
And reduced to dust and ash
A hand through the clouds
Shock, storm and noise
Conjunction between ignited air and powdered earth
Volatile spirit white as snow reborn
Your bowels will boil and will rest not
Mourning without the sun
Stand up, cry into the congregation
"I am a brother to dragons,
and a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me,
And my bones are burned with heat."
Track Name: Spiral: the tail eater.
Solar sulphur
Cracks in the surface
Fertilizing the stone
Sulphur Solis
Endless circle
Fire-spewing serpent
Suicidal coiling
Hissing with hate
Devouring his own tail
Absorbed by the fire
Begotten by itself
The tail-eater completely disappears
Solar sulphur blazes and tinges
The conquest of the mercurial serpent
Returning to an immaculate condition
Ready for solar rebirth
To start all over again
lacking not the strongest of venom
Awaking in the vast forest
Seeing the first rays of the sun
Its bright fire
Through trees and bones
Scatter abroad your poison
Fly upward so fiercely
Plumed all in gold
Hovering on wings outspread
Up to the high gods' halls
Empty and mourning men
No living creature shall stand before me
Even the basilisk not equal
Al my veins and colours perceived
Down like the lightning, terrible and fast
Caught in the vortex
Entombed in the sphere of flame
Burning in a furnace blast
Flesh melting
Needles through my soul
Absorbed by the fire
Begotten by itself
The tail-eater completely disappears
Solar sulphur blazes and tinges
The conquest of the mercurial serpent
Returning to an immaculate condition
Ready for solar rebirth
To start all over again
Searing me through
In the hour of my death
I will not pray, I will accept
Thou hast reached purgatory
Embrace this sweet cleansing
My venom becoming the greatest medicine
Consuming my own venom
Devour my poisonous tail
Cosmic unconsciousness
To be reborn and die forever
Absorbed by the fire
Begotten by itself
The tail-eater completely disappears
Solar sulphur blazes and tinges
The conquest of the mercurial serpent
Returning to an immaculate condition
Ready for solar rebirth
To start all over again
Searing me through
In the hour of my death
I will not pray, I will accept
Thou hast reached purgatory
Embrace this sweet cleansing
My venom becoming the greatest medicine
Consuming my own venom
Devour my poisonous tail
Cosmic unconsciousness
To be reborn and die forever
Track Name: Oerbron: returning to the primal matter.
Dualistic Universe.
Battleground of opposing forces
Now finally the lamp is lit
And the sword is drawn
Opus contra naturam
Return to the source of creation
A physical circuit
Subject of regeneration
The uruboric serpent.
A beacon to those now departed
Overcome the end
The darkening of all creatures
Spirits who linger among us
In order to grow, all organisms must die
Those who think themselves masters of the world
Wake to find themselves subjects of the cycle
Circulatorium
A mirror of art and ultimate nature
In pursuit of my stone
The devil's tear
In the depths of the earth
Gospel of chemical faith
Nature abhors a vacuum
They who were slaves
Dissolve and coagulate
Streaming process of cyclic transformation
Which sprang from your alchemistic fire
Once chained in the dark
Come forth shimmering and polluted ones
Subjugate the race

The fiery wheel guides us into dissolution
The fiery wheel leads us into purification
The fiery wheel guides us into coagulation
The fiery wheel leads us into conjunction
Dualistic Universe.
Battleground of opposing forces
Now finally the lamp is lit
And the sword is drawn
Opus contra naturam
Return to the source of creation
A physical circuit
Subject of regeneration
The uruboric serpent.
A beacon to those now departed
Overcome the end
The darkening of all creatures
Spirits who linger among us
In order to grow, all organisms must die
Those who think themselves masters of the world
Wake to find themselves subjects of the cycle
Circulatorium
In pursuit of my stone
The devil's tear
In the depths of the earth
Gospel of chemical faith
Nature abhors a vacuum
Track Name: Trauma: crushing serpens mercuriales.
The enigma of the suffering king
Torn from the womb
A new birth on the sun
Here is born the emperor of none honour
Soul returning from hell
No lower may be born than he
Incarnating itself with the spirit
Through art or nature
By any living creature
Resurrecting body on the solar mountain
The philosophers call him bastard son
Extending wings for falling flight, a gesture of triumph
And everything they do by him is done
A previous birth on the moon
What men desire from him he gives:
slow burning death in many years to come
Gold, silver and jewelry
Weakness, decay, desecration and impurity
Rage, poverty and sickness he proclaims.
Happy is the man whom god this grants.
Three serpents wriggle in the kings elevated chalice
(And the fourth writhes around the queens arm)
Here is reborn the empress of none honour
A new birth on the moon
Arbor solis gleaming with splendour
The philosophers name her witch
The pelican nourishes its young with blood
Tincture of death and rebirth
She multiplies, bears children ever again
They are corrupted, impure with unwashable stain
A closed vessel, the whitening work
Pray to god that he will not break it
She conquers life and embraces poverty
She takes all riches, health, honour and goods
Copulating, joining in the womb of the closed house
Ascending unto the order of the elders
Your light will be poured into endless chaos
Tasting a mixture of sour wine and black blood
Nothing on this earth is her equal
Wherefore we say thanks to god in hell.