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Grond

by Nihill

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1.
This starry wisdom at the place of crossing Will start the profound change of ego Succumb to the mood of hopelessness Esoteric orders will come forth at the place of descent Pass and repass at the foot of night The unconscious anatomy of overwhelming depression As you lay yourself down in the gaping tomb Lonesome you listen to the sacred sounds Bright shining mental sun will fade Into candlelight and blackened anima Resist your darkened self Like a spider poisoning its own creation Hollow echoes reach your tormented ears I'll hear no more of these ungracious sounds These rushing winds sweep these endless graveyards The ego will crumble at your touch Sucked up deeper in the marsh Self-loathing, self-hatred, reach delusional proportions True nature will turn you into silence and sleep At this place of contact, where growth and decay touch The she-goat will colour your temple blood red You will bathe in the darkest colour Loss of warmth, hope and love Paths of joy lead to the nethermost caverns You fat yourself for the empire of maggots This is the predicament of the spiritus and anima The corpus fares no better Passing the crossing Body filled with rank poison Mortal inflation of the veins Below the place of descent Tortured by the boar's tusk Racked by the pains of abortive birth Intestines turned to stone Dark are these long extended realms and wastes Never changing twilight Names once named are now forgotten Night gaunts Buried midst the wreck of things that were In the greyness where this thundering silence reigns In the cofin of eternal life My floating self I am the illustrus dead
2.
Under earth and in fire You cannot touch me Within me all the spawn Of creation, of rock, of animal, and of green I am not included by any limits The heavens of heavens comprehend me not There is no coming to me with one jump And none without going about Cronos dweller in youth eternal You will not see me The destroying power of time Will cast all of their thrones You will not start the work Guardians of the gate of Daath Through which all matter must pass None will be enlightened in paradise Beneath lowest of lows I will be a builder of worlds Above highest of highs I will reach the pantheon Cold and sharp as knife I discover the enigmas In this heritage of Adam and Satan A beast with thousand horns and roaming free My deadly wounds will heal And all in this world and beyond shall follow
3.
Arriving at the peak of the almighty work of life The glory of all this, the glory surrounding us A golden vision shining on us all Will fade into darkness and despair All will see that even the last battle will be lost All was too corrupt and wasted to continue This is the tide turning The hourglass lies broken Dust cannot be captured The onset of a new stage Tenebrositas A preliminary union of opposites Prima materia We will be blessed in the darkness of purgatory Exercising both a divine and demonic force From our thrones we can see The reversal of roles will begin A universe turned upside down Rending in pieces high Bring destruction below Taste this bitter venom of gods Bolts are fallen, fastenings are placed That which has been worshipped as holy Becomes a twinkle of an eye a monstrous horror The cup with the elixir of life Will transform into deadly poison All will raise the darkened grail The king united with his bride will wither In their beds left as terrifying creatures to rot As death and darkness descend On a landscape formerly lit up by the golden vision The key of eternal youth will be a skeleton key All flesh that is derived from the earth Must be decomposed and again reduced to earth Celestial resuscitation Hollow men lying at the bottom of a precipice Where the sun never shines All thoughts will turn black Heaviness expressing the lower spirits The black phase of our work has started We will enter the lower qliphoth now!
4.
I am waiting Waiting for my mystical sister of old She will give birth to 777 sons Ready to raise this exceeding great army of protagonists I shudder to think, this mystical circle forming A vortex of incinerating electric deathwinds Blowing through streets of old and cities anew Nothing will hold them back, nothing will hold me back To spit in your faces and cast down your industrial cathedrals Exceeding boundaries put up by leaders and gods The filth at my right hand and an army made for my left hand A climax of anti-matter, the blood in our veins boiling Embrace this prophetic moment Come forth the four winds And learn to whisper the secret word Only spoken of in Christ's dungeon No fenix shall rise, no days shall be multiplied No sky to open up, no sun to shine, no rain to wash Forming a solemn hunter to enter the microcosmos Hellish pains pulsating within No soothing words can be heard Humiliate, desecrate All control lost, no straws to be clutched You will feel our wrath from beyond this open grave Oh incinerating breath Breathe upon these slain That they may live and die again Stand on your feet and be ready to be cut down Their bones will construct our empire An empire washed aflame This breath of resurrection and rebirth blowing Bodies dried out, no chance for any hope, all is lost at last Enter me and let the vortex take hold of me Let this injustice and corruption be done Raising voices, battle of words inside the inwards Dying trees and breaking spines Smother dying flames and worthless lives Spirits white as snow and entities darkest of dark Breathe life into these human ashes The may-dew collected by our mystical sister Now falls in a blackened state Mutus liber Once mocked are these sons of fathers Unworthy of vultures Drained of the putrefacted elixir of life Hunger of the soul Driven into vast nocturnal deserts Cast in the mire Feeding on the roots of the tree of life and death Residing in holes beneath the ground We will open up your graves Your bones are pierced in yourselves in this night season Your sinews will take no rest Lovers will be scattered and torn by the gusts of this storm

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GROND, chapter two in a trilogy, is an album wholly immersed in abstraction. The instrumentation renders a forceful merging of massive celestial bodies, each a whirling cacophony exuding a unique sonic
trembling. After digesting the lyrics in accordance, what used to sound like the swinging of a pendulum, rather depicts a birth of unintelligible base... a spectral achievement even. Nihill, an outfit still very new to the American public, travels freely from one metal sub-genre to the next. The reflexive nature with which Nihill makes these connections might lead one to consider them genreless. GROND, for example, is at once: drone, doom, noise, industrial, and black metal; arriving at something resembling a sort mechanistic dark ambient more than anything else. If anything this unique need suffer comparison for the sake of cognition, Nihill's nearest contemporaries are the likes of Sunn O))), Blut Aus Nord, Death Spell Omega. Moreover, If realized as an experience, rather than confining the moods and ideas therein to the nulling constructs of a conventional metal record, GROND offers the listener the opportunity to perceive things beyond physicality...

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released October 13, 2009

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