Hadraz Shadra-baz!!

By the light of Moon, the dance of spirits

We command Thee to bring forth out thirst for the unlight

Thine mighty Dur-Hadraz – gate keeper to the boundless night

Harken! Nogard Almighty!

“And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, 

who is called the Devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world—he was 

thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.”

Mighty Nogard

“Now war arose in heaven, Michael and his

angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his

angels fought back, but he was defeated, and there was no

longer any place for them in heaven.”

Red Rum Reprise

I have many, many stories to tell, to share. 

Like tell-tale signs of the moon sigil, the star shadow, entangled in the woods’ embrace. 

Bleeding under no mercy, no sound but gasps of pleasure.

Rize

From blackened embers, rise, rise, rise

Clench your anger to the skies.

Notamargratet

As everything dies, why not chose where.

For what reason, and by what means?

Full and Neverending

Once the Fire spread let it travel vast and wide, 

like a vista of red glowing skies never ending

Anoragahar, armothiaz-chadarar

Fulfil every mortal’s fear of what stirs in The Dark

Armothiaz

I am the nightly shroud embodied

Shagrah wagrah armothiaz

Courier of nocturnal desires

Amargrah…I shall walk your windows past the dead of daylight…

Shock Value

Somebody told me sometimes ago that the only value that matters in pursuing stability is that of shock and awe. 

So why are we so bothered with all the shock and awe that regular people have done?

Is it only a ‘proper’ shock and awe when it is organized by a State or groups of terrorists?

Why is it ‘wrong’ when, for example, conducted by regular misanthropists with a taste for pyrotechnics?

Primal

Stand in the freezing steppe wind, the silky night fur, the damp air full of howls 

Mark our primal bygone days, our glorious return to atavistic roots

I Believe

I do solemnly believe in the mighty red one. The divine one who shall rip the skies when the hemispheres are collapsed and intertwined, and everything laughs thinking it is all fine. 

When the lusts and single mindedness of all are ripe for the infernal ram, coming on a lethal and speedy hatred, seeking countless detonations for all and everyone

Manners

Sat down with a couple of pigs the other night, and talked, as always, in ramblings. Every day, common, bleak, dreary life details of the most obnoxious kind. 

How could such pigs complain about manners when one decides to relieve himself of the banality, without saying farewell, is beyond me. It took a few cuts by some shredded glass pieces, to eventually settle the matter. 

Love them pigs, and their sense of manner.

Nightrider

At midnight, in the month of June, 

I stand beneath the mystic moon. 

An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, 

Exhales from out her golden rim, 

And, softly dripping, drop by drop, 

Upon the quiet mountain top, 

Steals drowsily and musically 

Into the universal valley. 

The rosemary nods upon the grave; 

The lily lolls upon the wave; 

Wrapping the fog about its breast, 

The ruin molders into rest;

E.A.P. 1813

The Dividing Line

I suppose I have really been out of touch with what’s been going on with the global underground and extreme metal scene that it just amazes me, still, to see so many documentaries floating about this lifestyle. Un-fucking-believable! It’s fucking mainstream now, isn’t it? 

Like a fucking rich tycoon walking around in gold clothing just to show that he is rich enough to do it, extreme metal really looks like a hyped new fashion just waiting to explode. Or has it already done that too?

Hell, even Black Metal is so common and understandable now that you have professors talking about it like some intellectual exercise in musicology…Surely, a long way from the hungry, penniless days of Helvete’s cellar. 

Wonderful. I’m sure this is what all of those underground years were set up for. To get as famous and as exploited as possible. I can’t wait to see a rap-black metal collaboration happening soon, to replace the outdated, out-fashioned Run DMC-Aerosmith classic bullshit. Something to listen to while enjoying a cup of black metal, satanic, coffee at a local shopping mall near you. Lovely!

In the meantime, let old school fools like me stay in the dividing line, of real filth and chaos, that is completely not user-friendly to any mainstream…or shopping mall-compatible either… 

Valentine?

Just remembered that today’s supposed to be Valentine’s Day? What a coincidence, as I was just talking about my undying passion for kick-ass metal music of the late 80s and early 90s.

As I was telling my latest and soon-to-be-executed victim, it’s not just about pioneering further genres along the way, it’s also about how deliciously excellent these old school metal heads were. They don’t rely on fancy FXs or additional background sounds, they just hack it to pieces with whatever instruments they got. 

And it works so goddamn-good most of the time, because it almost always comes from the heart, and not from the pretentious fickle mind of internet junkies, bent on being renowned or ‘accepted’ in the virtual world of bullshits.

Fuck, I talk too much lately. 

Kick it Hard

The old timers’ way

Back To The Roots

Every now and then, a man has got to get back to the roots. No matter how murky, no matter how filthy. Back to where it all begins, that tingling sensation that only this kind of music can cause, and only intense venting of hatred on another soul could possibly substitute. 

Fuckin bloody roots 

Winding Down

As the year is winding down its last few pathetic moments, I feel like recalling the more interesting soundtracks of some bloody joyful days. The anthems of sweaty, breathtaking evening hunts, down the concrete jungle’s labyrinth. 

And fuck the year’s ‘best of’ list…who gives a shit anyway?

One bloody January

Some fine tasty young blood

And a hell lot of running 

And a hell lot of dripping

Oh shit, let me have some more beautiful days like these…

Check List

Black stinking leather jacket on? Check

Rusty bullets-belt on? Check

Six packs of beers on hand? Check

Black T-shirt on? Check

Good conscience out of mind? Check

Leather pants on? Check

Pocket knife on hand? Check

Target on sight? Check

No police on deck? Check

Good music on ears? Check

Let the party begin....

Let the victims fall....

Nostalgic

Feeling kind of nostalgic today, for some unknown reasons. Feels like going back to those good ole rape and shred nights of a youthful, untamed, blood lust...Listening to music played with real felt-pain and unfathomed hatred.

Real aggression, rooted in real pain. You just can’t ever beat that, no matter how well one’s musical skills are, and no matter how fancy the production of a musical album is.

So here’s to the good ole days of ‘real’ extreme music and lifestyles.

Ancient Evil

Sabbatical Hate

Sidewalk Slaughter

Round up the victims, and let the games begin.

Deep Stains

It has been an on and off affair, me delving into the depths of extreme underground music. I must have stayed ‘away’ for quite a few years before stumbling back into it through the goddamn internet. And yet it feels just like yesterday.

I guess it’s true what few have told me, some things do stains real deep and can’t be buried, washed away or forgotten.

In my case, some truly great ‘dark and sinister’ Metal releases are just so good it has stained me forever. Thought it might be good to share them with the anonymous world of blogs. See if anyone gets infected (or perhaps re-infected) as well...

Ancient Rites’s The Diabolic Serenades (1994)

Pentagram’s (Chile) Demo I (1987)

Testament’s Legacy (1987)

Bulldozer’s Day Of Wrath (1985)