Sleeping Princess of the Arges

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Ancient is a Norwegian black metal band from Eidsvåg, Nesset, formed in 1992. The band has released six full-length albums released by Metal Blade Records and a variety of mini-albums, EPs and special releases. Ancient used to have the classic raw black metal sound, similar to Darkthrone's works. Beginning with The Cainian Chronicle, they moved towards a more Nordic/atmospheric black metal sound, akin to Emperor and a cleaner production. After a period of turmoil concerning their line-up, they went on to add gothic-style instruments such as violins, a female vocalist, and synthesizers to their music. more »

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1997

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Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest
The howling of Wallachian wolves, a serenade to the dreariest soul

I'm alone, 
Within the confines of my barren home
Bereaved, left behind,
Grieving for the one, my ashen bride

A host of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains
Into my ears they whisper, a sullen song of melancholy

Five hundred years have passed since the flowers blossomed
Green meadows now benighted and shadows embrace the frozen sun

I'm alone, 
Within the confines of my barren home
Bereaved, left behind,
Grieving for the one, my ashen bride

"I remember the glorious storms, the wrath of the heavens upon the shores.
The erotic winds and their symphonies, resounding above the elegant trees.
I remember the nights spent in thine arms, while making dark love with Bestial charm.
A setting provided with incessant rain, sipping the blood from each others veins."

As mist, I travel the dismal skies, 
Feeding, my ravenous appetite
Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars 
Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars

Once I was a blissful delighted man, 
Residing over a splendid land
Now a beast of nocturnal guise, 
Bent to cease my immortal life

"I am longing to touch thee, my love, to bake in the warmth of the skies above. 
Marveled by landscapes so picturesque with the nestled brow on my nurturing breast. 
I yearn to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss, to dance in the halls of the fiery abyss. 
Vanquish thy curse and come set me free,
Awake me, my darling, from my tortured sleep."

As mist, I travel the dismal skies, feeding, my ravenous appetite
Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars

Once I was a blissful delighted man, residing over a splendid land.
Now a beast of nocturnal guise, bent to cease my immortal life

"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to thee like a gentle breeze upon a Reposing sea. 
Let my waves wash away thy grief, and convey thy shadow-less Soul back to me."

I've renounced the ways of Christ
I've spat on his throne and scoffed at his lies
I'll install a new kingdom to which there will be everlasting indulgence for you and me

Soon we shall stroll through the spellbinding mark
My time has come to relinquish this earth, with cascading tears of horizons unseen, 
I'll be reunited with my pallid queen

"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to thee like a gentle breeze upon a Reposing sea. 
Let my waves wash away thy grief, and convey thy shadow-less Soul back to me."

Together we'll drink to our undying love. 
Absinthe shall lift us on the wings of a dove, and transport us to places beyond our dreams, 
Where graceful nymphs dominate the scene

And so I forsake my ancient abode
My calamitous fable of woe unfolds with valor, I face the sweltering sun
In thy pale reflection of death, we are alone

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