Mystical invocations
Dark night of vampiric rites
Shadows of the mind reveal
The fangs of the clandestine one
Spells are cast as witches dance
A dark covenant beneath the full moon
The hierophant conjures forth the highest power
Oh ancient one - hear our call
And illuminate the essence of our souls
With the most profound manifestation
Of your wisdom
Oh ancient one - unchain my soul
Forge me in the fire of virtue
And in the fire of truth
In the fire I know only purity
In the fire I know only divine will
Howling into the void.
I always knew our kind was destined for more.
Howling into the void and sounding the trumpets of war.
From the blood in my heart to the blood on my hands
The souls citadel - the axis, from the abyss
From the depths of abyss to the celestial zenith
I arise
The immortals beckon once more
For peace is ephemeral and war - eternal!
Hearts hardened against time itself
Hail the holy terror of the warriors of this Kali Yuga
The secret of the god hand and of immortality
What we do in life echoes throughout eternity
Holdfast to the honour which we will never recant
Steadfast is our iron hand which will never relent
For the ones who can see into the great beyond
Let them Pierce through the veil of this world
And let them behold the glory
Which was always reserved for heroes such as them alone
And Now the wolves of Kali Yuga descend upon the earth
Howling into the void and sounding the trumpets of war
Occultus ad infinitum
Sacramentum est in sanguinem
May the God hand arise!
He alone whom dares will possess the spear of destiny
And with it may he pierce through the heart of jehovah
Death to false Gods!
Breathing fire
Ordained by arcane power
Howling at the void
Such is my inheritance
As I walk into the mouth of the dragon still I am unscathed
Such is my inheritance
Sometimes it isn’t the things we fear which cause our pain
But the things we care for the most
Howling into the void
Ordained by the lord of the moon
Visions of life beyond the veil
Howling into the void
On this abyssal night
I become the predator
Lightning overcomes the mind
Thunderous calls from the below
The sun turns red before me
Voices speak in ancient tongue
Madness - it engulfs my soul
Still it feels better than before
Gods soul in the palm of my hand
Now you will feel the fire - Burn!
Smoke from my lungs fills the air
I am the son of the black dragon
My grand wizardry
Will breathe fire unto all life
Until the end of time
Through strife I remain unscathed
Dragon born - noble is the blood
Which yearns for more
At the gates of abyss
This fate was decreed unto me
At the gates of abyss
We find who we were meant to be all along
The books have all been written
And the decreed prophecies therein have led us to ruination
Every prophet and every demagogue alike has led us to oblivion
Whilst falsely proclaiming from it our very salvation
Tonight we ride for death or glory!
So Let us close our hearts to pity
And With an iron scorn we will
Show no mercy
This oath that we keep to ourselves alone
Sacred - Unyielding
Bound by sacred blood
We rode upon a dark horse
We called death
And we ride so valiantly so triumphantly
Eternity is ours to keep
Our hearts of scorn now dawn their perdition
This black vampiric blood
Invokes new courage for an era to come
I will never relinquish that which inside myself is divine.
In ourselves alone, our destiny resides!
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Presenting the first demonstration of the dark ritualistic draconic black metal of Lord Balmung:
‘Howling Into The Void & Sounding The Trumpets Of War’ is 4 vampiric war cult supremacy battle hymns for the purpose of conjuring forth with absolute vitality - The Iron Will and The Aristocratic Defiance.
It is for those old souls of ages past to whom this work pays homage. It is for those aristocrats of the soul who struggle deeply in todays’ technocratic world of spiritual decay that this work was created with an unyielding fury and with totalitarian might.
Hail To The Coming Armageddon and The Spiritual Return To The Primordial Nature!
May the aristocratic ways of yore reign supreme. May the cult of the black dragon strike its opposition down without mercy. And may this dawn more than one thousand years of militant vampiric empire.
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released March 9, 2022
All sorcery conducted by The Infernal Phantom Seer, Lord Balmung, during fragments of pure transcendental madness occurring from Winter MMXXII.
Wampyric Reflections is The Infernal Phantom Seer - Lord Balmung.
Engineered, Mixed, & Mastered in the private studio of and by Lord Balmung.