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Disciples of Cain

by Deavhronun

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In an icy land, under freezing skies The realm of the Northern Way A prophecy spoke that a band would rise; The true disciples of Cain Of Satanic mind and of Pagan blood, Three warriors in the mists In the year of Nineteen Eighty-Four Forged a pact that could not be split Necrobutcher, Manheim, Euronymous Unleash Deathcrush! The crypt of rays opens on the sabbath black, Oden ride over Nordland, Mayhem join the attack! The scene was young and the anger raw From the Baltic Sea to the fjords A society which had sidelined them Would be spit on flaming swords The immortals would rise and the emperor return The cowards would kneel to the throne The Christian invaders, their churches would burn By the hammer of Thor and Satan’s tritone Maniac, Occultus, Hellhammer Claim thine crown of fire Children of the damned, draw the ace from the pack. Oden ride over Nordland, Mayhem join the attack! By the decade’s end they had claimed their place As black metal’s new chosen heirs With a champion rode from far-off Stockholm His face as pale as the dead...
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Otherworldly, pallid flesh stretched across his bones Corpse-dust clings and flies on wing surround him His voice a knife, tearing at the ear with steely tones Cattle’s blood and black kohl hide his features From Stockholm ride to Oslo A spirit in the night His blackened heart as cold as winter’s bite A childhood of agony A life lived in twilight The man that they called Dead was dead inside This world, a dream from which the soul cannot be freed So it seemed among the snows of Sweden Out among the forests, Dead could fleetingly find peace Before the world intruded once again In Oslo found his brothers Descend into Helvete Long nights they worked under a freezing moon As one they conquered Leipzig The underground it shook But for Dead success was just another tomb The intoxicating power which death holds over men Ensnared Euronymous as it had his friend The Norseman’s dark obsessions, twisted manipulation Pushed Sweden’s son towards his final end Isolation Withdraw from sight Inhumation Hide from the light Sat alone in the dark The bright steel piercing his veins He never felt truly alive With a gun to his head, he blew out his brains ‘Excuse the blood, but I have slit my wrists and neck. It was my intention that I should die in the woods... I belong in the woods and have always done so... To give some semblance of an explanation: I am not a human... It was too cold... I did not come up with this now, but seventeen years ago.
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A cataclysmic shaking of the very earth, As Sweden’s undead prodigy returns into the cold The fabric of the forests shudders and recoils; The Emperor of Darkness calls another to the fold Whirlwinds, darkness, chaos as the cyclone hails his coming, The night sky foretells ruin and the ending Centuries of sorcery lie heavy on the earth Hatred of the false god blinds the Norsemen to their purpose Burzum agh dagalur Ghâsh durb-ishi ulûk (Roughly: Darkness and demonic fire constrains and dominates them) Cain’s devoted followers are far from solitude The bleeding of the dead one spreads like wildfire Soon word will reach the dark one and draw him to the fray The Count begins his journey, following the moon Through mountains and through forests, once Dead’s only refuge The Devils of the dark north did not stop his path No ice and frost blockade to waylay him in his task Whilst wizards conjured dragons and keys to cosmic times, Grishnackh and his blackened heart infiltrated Mayhem’s mind Plans so dark and twisted, even beasts of the depths recoil Euronymous’s twisted heart was enthralled at first sight Whirlwinds, darkness, chaos as the cyclone hails his coming, The nightsky lit by ruin and the burning Centuries of sorcery imbue the land with rage The Norsemen’s hate of the false god fuels the flames! Hear the howling of the wolves, the wind carries the tale, Of wooden temples in their falsehood, exposed and unmade The fires of the mighty dragon forge an evil crown The Emperor of Darkness is raised onto his throne Deep in darkest Helvete, Euronymous arise, The fires of pagan justice have brought Cain into the light! With the burning of the shrines, the pieces were in place, The evil games of demons dark would soon culminate Death and fire all around, madness deep within Grishnack’s twisted heart could lay waste unto the mountains
4.
The Count is joined to Mayhem, and Oslo set ablaze The whisperings of evil things that echoed in that place Boil and bubble to the surface, hardening black hearts Creatures of the night emerge to practice wicked arts In Helvete the plotters gather, the Black Circle of the damned Odin, Thor and Freyja are the symbols of their land And with the pride of Lucifer, the unborn Morning Star They hatch a scheme infernal, to reclaim who they are Black skies over snow-white ground The walkers in the dark Lit pyres from sanctified firewood And watched the flames burn bright Fantoft, Skjold and Åsane Were scoured from the Earth Vengeance for crimes of Uppsala Arise, the pagan light! Filled with the fury of the gods, The Circle strikes its blows Concealed no longer from the eyes of those whom they oppose Grishnackh’s dark designs are spread, infecting all they touch But some within the Circle yearn for a greater rush While Euronymous and Ihsahn talk of gods beneath the earth And Samoth walks with Grishnackh through the ashes of their work Another black-girt warrior is about to sow the seeds Of internecine bloodshed, the blackest of misdeeds In a forest deep and dark The first lifeblood was spilled Obsessing over murder’s art Faust embraced his need to kill The knife he wielded slick with blood As he left his victim there In Lillehammer he would lie With thirty-seven wounds Word, it travelled through the scene Of what Faust had done A pact of secrecy was sworn To keep it from the sun But tales of death were music to The ears of Count Grishnackh With Fantoft’s blaze still in his eyes He dreamed he could surpass
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GRISHNACKH: “Euronymous, you bastard, come out and face the night You sold me out, your secret’s out, you can’t avoid this fight” EURONYMOUS: “Varg, you fool, they lied to you, I would not betray my friend” GRISHNACKH: “Then come outside, look me in the eye, and put my mind to rest” From within the darkened depths, Euronymous emerged The waxing moon outside hung low, and lit the scene with an eerie glow Insults flew between the two, who once had sworn to stand Side-by-side, brothers-in-arms, against the world until the end GRISHNACKH: “You had planned to strike me down, to send me to join Dead Would you place me, too, in a twisted pose, and hang the image by your bed?” EURONYMOUS: “Or was it you, who plotted death, so envious of Faust? Tell me Varg, how many times would you plunge the knife in my head?” EURONYMOUS: “Go from here, and don’t turn back, or face the consequence” And with that, Euronymous launched a kick at Grishnackh’s chest With battle joined, the Count struck back, his knife pulled from its sheath He stabbed his foe, who reeled with pain, and tried his best to leave The Count gives chase While Blackthorn waits Pinning him at the foot of the stairs, Grishnackh snared his prey Euronymous snarled like a cornered beast; he knew he’d had his day Grishnackh stood above him The blade came arcing down Twenty-three times the knife bit flesh They left him bleeding on the ground Icy winds blow through the north Tempers souls of men like steel Fires of anger spread in waves Pagan fury claims its first...kills (growled)

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Disciples of Cain chronicles the shocking events of the Early Norwegian Black Metal scene, all the while paying homage to the founding fathers of the genre.

“An album that heroically strides down the precarious line between the deadly serious, and self-referential tongue-in-cheek” - Order ov the Black Arts

Original Release - 1 December 2017
Remastered Release - 29 February 2020

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released December 1, 2017

Katherine Jane Wright - Vocals
Tom O'Dell - Guitars, Keys, Drum Programming
Michael Lewis - Guitars, Additional Drum Programming
Tom Abbey - Bass

Featuring:
Jack Reynolds - Guest vocals (Track 5)
Will Demou, Will Shepherd, Katherine Jane Wright, Adam Fry, Tom O'Dell, David Brian, Jack Reynolds - Choir (Track 5)

Music by Tom O'Dell and Tom Abbey
Lyrics by Katherine Jane Wright and Tom O'Dell
Additional Lyrics on Track 2 written by Dead
Recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Tom O'Dell at Hair Force House Studios, UK
Artwork - Mat Welsh, 2016

Sound effects courtesy of www.freesfx.co.uk

Deavhronun would like to thank the following: A. Karatzas, S. Male, C. Gilgan, E. Bishop, E. Law, J. Upton, I. Hollingsworth

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Deavhronun - 'dethroned' in Tolkien's Black Speech - are a four-piece melodic black/death metal band. Originally hailing from an undisclosed location beside the Sea of Nurnen, they are currently resident in Southampton, England for tax purposes.

Blending brutal riffs and slamming bass with ethereal orchestration, Deavhronun raise Cain in honour of Lucifer, Odinn or whatever god will have them.
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