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The Forest at Dusk

by Lord of Horns

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    Intense, melodic, and dramatic scores of horror infused Black Metal takes the listener on a perilous journey through dark woodlands. Each track traverses deeper into the wooded abyss encountering natural and supernatural villains.Slowly, the travelers' innocence fades and by the end, their true wickedness is realized.
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1.
Wandering deep into the woods Careless of the paths you have taken The day is long and fortuitous Nightfall is but a distant dilemma Yet, with each passing minute The sun bleeds and the night creeps Through the leaves the golden streams Fade and darken to green Frantically trying to recall The paths you have taken this far Fearing the encroaching night With its horrors and its plights Further into the forest At Dusk
2.
Secluded is a castle dreary Decayed atop a taiga eerie Stopping to rest travelers weary Demonic elves cast visions bleary Seduced by fiends Recurring dreams Horrific scenes Blood chilling screams Decrepit stands stone walls degraded Crooked hangs torn tapestry faded Deep down the halls sunlight evaded Rust rotted rooms plague dreams invaded Seduced by fiends Recurring dreams Horrific scenes Blood chilling screams Revoking warmth welkin light forswears Discreetly dwells, malicious nightmares Leeching lifeforce, regaining presence fair Enfeebled men awakened gray-haired.
3.
A choir of screams Echo through the night air A suffering symphony A conference of cacophony The souls of the lost Forever wandering Within this pathless forest Wailing in a haunting chorus A communal, suicidal destination An abysmal, arboreal suffocation By their own nooses Strung up and swaying Hang as bountiful as leaves Off branches of twisted trees Phantoms of the fog Lead wanderers astray Not to be found alive Here, only the dead survive In the hours of twilight Listen for their songs The souls crying out From the screaming woods.
4.
Upon this hill on the eve of hallows I stand to answer their ancient call As they return, I am here to follow Reducing man to mindless thralls Hours of studies and experiments Researching data from tomes and scrolls For countless years withdrawn I spent Calculating nightmarish goals Stolen notes and unearthed secrets From the corpses I have exhumed Further confirms and accredits Mankind’s inevitable doom Deciphered glyphs have proven true The words of an Arab gone mad Learning his fears and what pursued Agents of the cosmic triad With their salts, I recreate the dead Interrogating, manipulating Extracting answers and severing heads Decapitating, incinerating Upon this hill on the eve of hallows I summon the forgotten aeons As the portal opens the tempest grows Heralding the awakened ones The time has come to observe their passage Tidal torrents and thunder crashes Immense forms under lightning flashes Boundlessly immortal, and massive Rising from dark depths of the seas From secluded underground tombs From enchanted prisons freed Inconceivable beings loom I answered their calls and complied Reciting phrases of the mad I beckoned forth and they replied Chanting incantations from the… Necronomicon
5.
Ruins of an edifice Lay scattered and low A forgotten remnant Of a time unknown Cryptic carving lay fragmented Covered in moss and vines Cursed and tainted souls tormented Distorted and malign Hidden behind verdant Layers overgrown Eroded and fractured Effigies of stone Those who dare cross into this land Are assaulted by fear The ill-fated cannot withstand The deluge of despair Specters of smoke surround Rabid eyes red with rage Shrilling shrieks resound Writhing wraiths engage Casting the barrage Of anxiety Down on their victims A futility Yielding to massive Psychic energy Over this lost domain Drift formless masses Their floating corpses lay Sunk in morasses Dead eyes frozen stare forever Glaring back in disdain Perpetually disfavored By their own remains Reflectingly disperse Their dread harrasses Renourished by the fear Of who trespasses In the land of wraiths Dead are denied graves Recalling their fates Reigniting rage
6.
Is it destiny or was it chance That brought you here? Is this blasphemy or a stray glance Into my lair? There is but one reason You have made it this far For why else would you think You have survived this long? All these losses and deaths Just a strengthening test You were marked long ago Chosen to make this quest I am the witch of the wood Cursing your kin to break your nerve I signed my name in the book With my blood I swear to serve Bathing in babies’ blood Keeps me looking young Seducing your family Serving Satan loyally My coven gathers Naked around fires Floating in ritual You are meant for this, too!
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Ritual Hunt 06:17
Sailing towards an isle remote A vile crew with hardy loot Seeking refuge beyond their boat To hide their haul in absolute With treasure buried and map crossed Beckons a tide of merriment As watchers waiting to accost Hidden the tribe grows abhorrent The sea wolves drink To excess Away they slink Too drunk to think Or assess Their numbers shrink Confusion strikes back aboard Suspicions, rumors, and conspiracies Form from fear and discord Swelling the beguilement of piracies On the morrow when the sun hangs high Lucid thoughts, bottles dry The crew decides among their fates To find their missing mates Dense and distant grows the forest Before long more are lost The rest return in deep despair Leave upon their corsair Missing crewmates have been gathered Prisoners of the savage tribe Rooster blood on faces slathered Rejecting all attempted bribes Pounding drums lead ritual dance Waiving torches, echoing chants Silence falls the shaman entrance Selecting hunters he enchants Deep in the trees With no swords All weapons seized The pirate’s pleas Go ignored Forced on their knees Shaman decrees Nectar poured Smashing berries Wolves of the seas Still implored Rising stymies Escapes are rarely ever made However surely intangible Other perils lie beyond the glade But none worse than the tribe of cannibals In cryptic tongue the shaman speaks Then in turn they repeat Upon a potion the hunters drink Hung on necks flowered links Setting free the captives scatter Thickets through feet stagger Stoically the hunters abide Giving game chance to hide Few ever survive the ritual hunt Unmatched in speed the hunters gained Approaching fast despite their leads Fallen found the pirates sprained Ignoring captives hopeless pleads Mercy and compassion lacking Devoted to a creed they serve Impassive as bodies hacking A fate these pirates not deserved Few ever survive the ritual hunt Few ever survive the night
8.
Through the woods a lost man walks Behind bushes a lone wolf stalks On this dreaded night The full moon’s shining bright As the man wanders The wolf begin to hunger With a crack of thunder The man is taken under The wolf attacks The man draws back Only after being bit Does the man win by clubbing it A month later when all is well He views the blood red moon Fur grows and the man yell The next morning the town lies in ruins When he emerges from the rubble Realizing he created all this trouble He goes into hiding But the inner beast is biding Casting himself into exile For becoming so vile Forced to live his life accursed Praying it won’t get any worse In the night Full moon bright I divide Woods forlorn Clothing torn I transform Claws quicken Fur thickens Fangs sharpen Through the woods an old man walks Behind his soul a werewolf stalks
9.
Charging from the helm of the oskorei Upon windy tides doth he ride Diving at his game from the moonlit sky Hear their war cries before you die A black mass looms From the abysmal sky Conquerors of the clouds, The oskorei Each pale and gray Covered in clout Seizing their prey With riotous routs Oh, Wild Night Hunter, Abductor of those who traverse the hinterlands by the moon light’s touch. Only ye knoweth the true fates of these unwitting wanderers. I bid to thee to carry out thy raids with increased haste, ferocity, and consistency. And while ye driveth thou horde through the starry abyss, The wolves shall howl in honor of their patched-eye commander A dissonant offering to the Master of the Wild Hunt Mounting their assault on the unwarry Two black ravens fluster and fly Followed by hordes of screaming valkyrie Driving down from cloud covered skies A deadly drove of Phantom maidens fair Ride through the clouds With sword and spear Led by he who mounts An eight-legged steed Lunging forth with A sharpened stampede Charging from the helm of the oskorei Upon windy tides doth he ride Diving at his game from the moonlit sky Hear their war cries just before you die
10.
Why we live today For the reason we die tomorrow? A greater place awaits, Or so is said for our sorrow. Why only a single god we follow? I do not know, But Satan lives and wallows And for Him, the goat’s blood I swallow. As I kill the virgin I feel the conversion The bloody athane on the floor I can’t believe what I just did But it felt so good I want it more And then I see the kid But I stop myself and wait for next week I cannot be greedy for that which I seek The next week comes And we gather again The forest fills with occultist hums Fire starts on the cross’s stem The kid has grown And now worthy of a sacrifice Spread upon the altar of stone Consciously defying christ Covered in blood, lying dead On the wall, I hang its head With this transformation complete Against all christians I vow to compete
11.
Skeletal legions and mounted phantoms. March to the hymns of nocturnal anthems. Scouting specters seek souls that shall succumb. Liches enchant ghouls and fiends in thralldom. Scores of soaring demons lead the crusade Obeying their master's wishes to raid. Defiling each church the legions invade. Fortifying each site with haunting shades. Necromantic lust - Growing their hordes with each assault. Retribution's just - Ancient vengeance shall never halt. Millennia of enemies unite. Destroying all that is holy and right. Wolves howl at Christianity's blight This dark army shall return every night. Necromantic lust - Growing their hordes with each assault. Retribution's just - Ancient vengeance shall never halt.

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released July 11, 2022

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Lord of Horns Lodi, New Jersey

Lord of Horns' solo project inspired by classic Black Metal of the late 80's and early 90's with themes of dark fantasy and horror.
For fans of Emperor, Burzum, Carpathian Forest, Dissection, Satyricon, and Darkthrone.

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