Graveland

Carpathian Wolves
Lp'94

1. Carpathian Wolves - Intro
2. Barbarism Returns Run
3. In the Northern Carpathians Run
4. Impaler of Wallachia Run
5. Witche's Holocaust Run
6. At the Pagan Samhain Night Run
7. Unpunished Herd Run
8. Into the War - Outro

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Graveland

Carpathian Wolves

Darken - Vocal, guitar, keyboard

Capricornus - drums

All Darkest battle intros by Darken

Wolfish howling by Darken

Prolog of "Witches' holocaust" spoken by Capricornus

This unholy stuff was recorded in Radio PRO FM Studio.

Opole in the days of Pagan mysteries of the Betlaine, 26.04 / 02.05 of 1994.

Enginered by Andrzej Czubiński, Cover artwork by Mateusz Karpow

The pagan spirits of Darkness were with us those days...

 

Darken:

Regards to my pagan Gods of these Slavo/Celtic lands. I greet still living spirits of these woods, mountains and rivers. Their might and magic are still with us. I great night and the moon protectors of my destiny... I do homage to Euronymous and all those who are to fight the christianity by the fire and sword...  Thanks for the support to Polish Black Metal Legion of The Temple of Fullmoon, Baron de Belem and all wolfriends !  War is the only way and destiny of Satanic Pagan legions of Darkness !  I also greet: Nergal of Behemoth, Leinad and Samoth of Mysteries, Agnes, Venom of Xantotol, Chris of Hellslaughter mag., Haal of Thy Kingdom Come mag., Tymon...  Special expressions of hatred to christian gang, hardcores, posers and profans ! Fuck off to church of a.s. la vey !  Detah to Impaled Nazarene (they know for what is this wish...)  Black Metal is ideology and beliefe ! The triumph of Paganism ! Heil to Cromm ! 

Capricornus:

I don't give a shit for all those who entered Black Metal scene in last 2-3 yeras and without any knowledge claim to be Satanists. The only positive aspects of this Satanic spirit are dedicated to the true followers of tenebrian way of existence. The rest can fuck off !

Ten album poświęcony jest The Temple of Fullmoon


Barbarism Return

Living, dead and dying

We stand covered by Black shroud

We await the moon and wind

Fire burning on the altar

Burnt the incautious spirits

By it’s red glare, awoke the magic stones

We’ve united good and evil

We’ve created the highest power

Magic and might of dark blood

Blood from the scars of wounded Gods

Runes engraved by Devils

Besmeared by the Black Blood

In the Glare of furious lightning’s

Spell of the damned runic words

Altar of uncoagulated blood

Altar surrounded by the women-wolves

The words pledged to moon

We repeat incantations written in blood

Spirits come and walk among us

We curse their fear and awe

We curse our mercy

May my soul burn in the fore of purity

Evil wind tears the trees

Moon hidden over the clouds

Black smoke teases our eyes

Burnt blood charms by it’s smell

Night of the ultimate darkness

Elected it’s sacrifice, it’s tribute

Feeding by our fear and our pain


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Unpunished Herd

Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon

I died for this world

I became the nightmare for living men

I run through the Black woods

Bloodlust leads me and I kill, kill and I die

In the ecstasy of murderlust

And then I escape possessed

I hide myself in the shadows of trees

I’m. afraid, I fear and I cry

My face drip with blood

I hate living men

I’m. faithful only for the dead

I remember wolves over my face

Red eyes of my mother

Her sharp fangs, and my first pain

I was born in the night

Evil wind was tearing the trees

Spirits were hiding in the shadows

And wolves brought me the first sacrifice

I became the unpurest spirit

I killed the living man

I draw my fangs in his body

And his spirit became mad

Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon

I hide myself in the shadows of trees

I avoid the damned sun

I follow the smell of blood

Wolves come with the herds

Their howling appoints the limits of life

I am one of them

In the herd I follow the moon

Night helps us, we are unpunished

Sons of Fenriz, son of Louve

This is the true element of darkness

Wild, unseizable, true creation of Gods possessed


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At the Samhain Pagan Night

Dark was the sky and cold was this night

I saw in dusk the shifting stars

Inside the circle of mysterious sings

A little casket drowned in blood

The horned one gave me the key

I opened the casket to see my fate

The ultimate fate of mine

Pagan warrior, son of the dark sky...

Fire of eternal hell inflamed the left path

The priest of Darkness, Druid named Schakh

He opened my third eye, his evil soul became mine

We were bonded by blood, our hearts beat the same

“Thou belong to me now, follow me in dawn

We are the same, the soul of man

Look in my eyes, see burning stars

Crucify the lier, create Dark Empire”

Through the veil of fog I heard his voice

I was cold, but sweet as an immortal dream

I know the one taught to survive by the

carpathian code of life...

He hold the silver sword and Black book

The symbols of mystic strength and wisdom

I understood these signs of Darkness

My knowledge became my secret weapon...

At the pagan Samhain night

I entered the Darkside

Evil arrived far from the North

I know the might of Demonolord


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Witches Holocaust

Witches Holocaust, crack of the burning wood

Red fire taking one’s own life and smell of burning flesh

Eyes burning with the red fire, Black long hair teared by wind

Wolfish soul in woman’s body, with that burnt her heart

You are evil woman, you who sacrificed yourself for the black incantations

The moon gave the sign on your body, tonight your scream will awake the gods

Tomorrow you shall stand before them

Red scarlet shadows dance around their sacrifice

Their fiery tongues lick her body

Scream has left in tormented Body

Wind blows away ashes and Black smoke

Christian tormentors want sacrifice for their god

They gave you back to tongues of fire

In the name of their possessed god

In the name of their abortive madness

Married to the Fire’s Dragon

You shall go where your sisters has gone

By the torment that becomes the deliverance

By the fire that was your destiny

Scream of the burning witches with the upcoming moon

It will return with nocturnal wind

Scream that was born in fire

And torment of witches holocaust...

Prologue:

The false christian society by it’s church and its faith

In the times of its highest triumph, madness and union with god

Brought near to its so called almighty by the killing of many

Thousands of innocent sacrifices, by murders on heretics and witches...

Medieval Europe....


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In the Northern Carpathians

When the Black clouds cover the moon

And reality turns into nightmare

Lighting cuts through the dark sky

Almighty Perun gave us his sign !

Brothers, wolves, I summon you !

Wind will bring you my howling

And smell of the human blood

Yes, I found another sacrifice

Droops of blood upon the stone

I lick the cold virgins corpse

I an blinded by my bloodlust

I the Northern Carpathians

Mystic eyes between the trees

Brothers hungry for the blood

Through the blood I find desire

The only sense of the evil life

Immortality is true

For the creatures without shadows

There is hell on the earth

In the Northern Carpathians...

Unholy woods of mysteries

Alone witches full of hate

Werewolves hidden in the caves

Forgotten spells of pagan past

Long nights and hours of darkness

Cold mountain winds blow through the trees

Diabolic feast around the fire

Dark shadows dancing with flames

There is a place where Evil lives

There are woods where people die

At midnight blood is more precious than gold

In the Northern Carpathians...


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The Impaler of Wallachia

At the longest Fullmoon night

In the castle near the forest

Where the howling of wild wolves

Sounds like music of dark abyss

At midnight wind was blowing

Transylvanian snow was falling

From the bloody womb of woman

Son of Dragon was born...

Mystic howling in the forest

Spreads the sacred words of Evil:

“Thou art. Lord of Wallachia,

Thou shall be the Dracula...”

May this night be eternal

As eternal is his soul

The man with Satanic spirits

Became horrified ruler...

By the fire and sword

By the fear and terror

Like wolf thirsty for the blood

Vlad destroyed his enemies...

They called him Impaler

And they lived in fear

“Blood is life” he said,

and he killed them to live again...

And the night of end has come

They were waiting for his death

Three nights later grave was empty

Vlad became the higher form !

“I am Nightmare, warrior spirit

from the house of Dead I come

I am Darkest force of Night

Bloodlust covered my mind...”


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