Album: The Grandeur of Hell (Soli Satanae Gloriam)
Year: 1999
Label: Napalm Records
lyrics
Satan!
I chant your names this sombre night
To unchain thy forces of malignant arts
The spirits of bleak dimensions
To pierce my burning wicked heart
In the name of the unholy I die
As I drift into damnation
The vortex of chaos appears
My death will be creation
A sacrifice in blasphemy
My life for the opening of the moaning well
I die by my own hand
In the name of the almighty grandeur of Hell
Of hell!
Gehinnom opens:
Lucifer, Belzeebuth, Belial, Leviathan
Hatred reigns within my soul
I fall beyond the life astray
As the greedy flames of death
Tears my weak flesh away
(I join the glory of Moloch)
Dominus Sathanas
Ad majorem Satanae gloriam
Moloch, Thaumiel, Belzeebuth, Ghagiel, Lucifuge, Satariel
Slay the infants for Moloch
All tears for his eternal thirst
(Come forth; Ruler of Sheol)
A sacrifice in blasphemy
My life for the opening of the moaning well
I die by my own hand
In the name of the almighty grandeur of Hell
Shadows darkens my mind
As the last of my lifelight dims
Mesmerized by Devil flames
I depart chained on demonwings
Darkness decends
Lucifer, Belzeebuth, Belial, Leviathan
Hatred reigns within my soul
I fall beyond the life astray
As the greedy flames of death
Tears my weak flesh away
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
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Ice cold black metal with riffs that will certainly get you frosty even in the summer. Plenty of potential and they are definitely an artist I'll keep my eye on. brandonp504
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Not everyone will enjoy the grimly impersonal and (dare I say) coldly clinical feel of Bmokatak's sound, but for reasons I'm not sure I want to dwell upon for too long for, it really works for me. The buzz-saw guitar work, the machine-precision percussion and gravelly-throated roars create an unmistakable emotional atmosphere. Ben Harris