sábado, 4 de mayo de 2013


Origen: E.E.U.U., Colorado
Formados : 1999
Estilo: Black
Temática : Caos, conocimiento, ocultismo y filosofía
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  • Horde of Darkenwood Compilation Split 2001   
  • Promo 2003 Demo 2003   
  • Demo 2004 Demo 2004   
  • Rex Ex Ordine Throni Split 2005
  • Nightbringer / Serpentinam Split 2006   
  • Death and the Black Work CD 2008
  • On the Powers of the Sphinx Split 2010
  • Apocalypse Sun CD 2010
  • Emanation  Recopilatorio 2010   
  • Hierophany of the Open Grave CD 2011
  • The Ruins of Edom Split 2012
  • Circumambulations of the Solar Inferno Split 2013
  • Ego Dominus Tuus CD 2014
  • Abigor / Nightbringer / Thy Darkened Shade / Mortuus Split 2017
  • Terra Damnata CD 2017

Compartido de bandas que podríamos considerar como exponentes de la segunda oleada blackl. La aportación de Nightbringer consta de dos temas de un black oscuro y crudo. La ejecución de estos temas es más que correcta con una tendencia hacia la oscuridad, con una instrumentación sin fisuras con un gusto hacia una muralla sónica inquebrantable. De los dos temas podríamos decir que el más inspirado es el segundo, donde aportan un poco más de variedad en la composición y experimentan un poco hasta donde puede llegar el sonido de la banda. (7,4).
1. Nightbringer - Watchtower of the West: Gate of the Mighty Dead 07:53
  “Darkness is a path, a secret swirling river, where the lidded eye opens to ancient dreams. 
The dusk is a door, a coffin of stone, which I have dressed my soul in moldered flesh to enter.
Cloaked in decay, the world falls into the gloom of barren earth and my Shadow drowns the
temple behind me. Yet I am not fallen, but hidden. I am Flame amid waters of disturbance
and desolation. Transgressing, not sinking. Marching across Night,
through the depths of doom and decadence, I am Star masked with skin and scalps of gods.
A riddled truth sweeping between the shores of ghosts' hollow cries.
Concealing lock upon lock within the old Serpent's chambers with thunderbolt words,
I am Turning and Becoming in Dying, an endless Dawn unseen by Day.”

I face the West and in adoration I hail the setting Sun
That Falls upon the ramparts of the Watchtower of Death and Dreams
To enter verily into the DEATH's mansion and in might hermitage illumine
The autumnal thorn-path towards Midnight
The labyrinth of crimson dusk
To pass through the entrance of the underworld
And be changed by ordeal

Praise thee, O dying Sun!
Praise thee, O Fallen One!
Hoary as the earthen grave
to which you have come

Wise in your ancient aspect
As thy elder epithet
By relinquishing unto DEATH.
Another ingress beget
Imperator at the Watchtower 
Of DEATH and of Dreams
By the Western road towards Great Midnight
The Fallen Star gleams!

Burnishing the skies with crimson and gold
Turning lead black as thy burning wings doth unfold
Enter the Earth, enter the Grave
And hearken now forth towards ancestors mighty and brave
Infernal Lampadiphor
Psychopomp self-slain
With hell-mouth billows
Kindle the forge-fires of Cain
And speak now his name!
And speak now his name!
Noctifer rise!
From the felled corpse self-slain!
In congress at crossed roads
A new form obtained
In casket and tomb
The sepulchral King now ordained
Go forth now as DEATH's wayfarer
Upon the crooked road of bane
Tread the thorn-path towards Great Midnight
To enter Death's fane!
2. Nightbringer - Watchtower of the North: Ascension of the Midnight Sun 05:46
“See, there shines a torch amid the graveyard of heaven's assembly, a spark in the weary pupilla of Oblivion. Awake in the kingdoms of primordial slumber and steadfastly alight in hollowed space. A burning meteor cast into the waters of the underworld, as a Fire ripen in Shade and bloomed in Tartarus' mire.” “See, I am a Secret star drunk on and drenched in the blood of the Dragon's heart, pulsating within the depths of Eternity. A black glistening eye that pierces through the borders of Sequence and Form. For I am the Bringer of Night enthroned at the centre of all Darkness, luring with of the riddled Light of all lights.” Praise thee, O Midnight Sun! Praise thee, O Hidden One! Towards the Heights within the Depths Rise and become! By the left-hand of reaping And words without breath Self-crown thee with Night's diadem Within the Temple of Death Enshrined in Deep Midnight DEATH and life the self-same The candle of wisdom |Betwixt the black horns of twain And speak now his name! And speak now his name! Ye have become DEATH! The All-slaying athame O Lord of Deep Midnight The Sun of Black Flame! The crux of the High Sabbath Night's power untamed Hail to Thee Light of that Sun which shineth bright at Midnight's hour, in the night of body's senses overturned, withdrawn in silence of the tomb. Laid bare beneath the Daimon's glance, which pierceth sharp as any lance the centre of my flaming heart. 
3. Dødsengel - Watchtower of the East: Horus Sunflesh 05:29
He is risen, bornless one.
He is risen, the fiery child.
He is risen, the star of wormwood.
He is risen, the herald of dawn.
He is risen, who avenged his father.
Hi is risen, to conquer. 

I lie in submissive adoration before the eastern gate.
The triumphal arch of the sol invictus
As the twilight eclipses the isolation of night

A momentous storm of fire and force shatters the dust of illusory conceptions
as I beheld the self-creation of RA!


The circumference has created the center.
The all has crowned itself with the point.
As my gaze is fixed, doubt has been conquered

by sight.
4. Dødsengel - Watchtower of the South: Drunk Upon Inmost Fire 12:38
I have been given the flesh of the sun to eat, and the milk of the moon to drink. I have pressed through the long night and been reborn through the realms of dissolution. As a lone wanderer have I been lost in the unfathomable desert, the wastes of desolation, and I have won my way. It is the time of the great reaping. The great infernal star shines from its peak upon MY earth, as I claim my destined reward. For now I am the lover of Ahator, Mistress of inebrity without end. For now I am the ascending child, draped in the cloak of fire! My ascent become me, its holy flames tear away my I. In this DEATH, this moment of moments. In naked splendour as time stands still. The past seems the life of another. The journey of a fool clad in many colours. Yet upon this parzival, and those before him have I kindled my fresh leaping fire. By those I were have I built my temple. As I aspire with pure intent towards and beyond my starry throne, the temple of now must become a stone in the foundations of something infinitely greater. The moment of truth. The shattering of masks and mirrors. The rendering of the last veil: REALITY TREMBLES AS THE CHILD GOD IS DRUNK UPON INMOST FIRE.  

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