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On The Edge Of Chasm

by Astarium

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1.
Twilight are condensed above an old estate. Rite's expecting last minutes before the end. For ever to let him comes in our reality, slightly opened occult veil. Hands shiver in expectation of phantasmagoria, mad eyes run on shabby pages of forgotten rolls. Again under the gloomy arches of cellar, impious singings flying that chilling blood in swelled veins. Again air will become impregnated with a musty smell. Dead weak lights bearing cold and horror, saved rage and hatred in dark of basements halls. Air breathes danger, who knows what harm lives behind the seals of time and alien deformed space, Respond to call of that hunter for occult Unknown, but its too late the shadow has hung up above the torches. Who will leave from behind of closed door, its will be human or the beast, Awaiting for it's freedom hour? Whose shadow's creeping from the depths of frightfull gloom?
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Rise with nightfall, obeying flow of astral Styx slowly drifting on a cycle of zodiac. To become sand and to rush yielding flow, being broken in a blood against an immovable stones. Roar and far sound rise, cause to forget about eternal pain and fear before unknown. Through dance of lights unholy stars summon their ancient gods. Must overcome their will with torments. To approach turn, and behind it horror of oblivion - evil hands of chaos, that grind river of souls by its abomination might. All pathes to saving are close by gods, feel at front severe unholy lights. Be dissolved in a haze, be wrapped up and see back, there it is impossible to return through source of night. Inevitable comes. The speed is augmented, transforms in evil flow of the timeless death. Uncover your soul, before the face of chaos and his eternal servants in one step from inevitable. Somewhere away, among boundless stars, the ancient gods have created to themselves Inhabitation and pull the greedy and mad hands to ours insignificant souls and fates, Grind us from sand in star dust, that which one has given rise gray-haired space, Junction in insignificant sand - our souls.
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Like suffocating shadow, like dark cloud the ashes of this cursed place raise up. Very old temple, where spirits were danced on breaking apertures and wind was howled in the dark. Now is falling into oblivion. Blashemous reign is waiting in the deapth, the pasts being roused against reallity. The bell were beated its last strokes. Twilights are sinking down to hellish act. Catakombs go far of underground, and unite with hell's purgatory. Feel that Devil settles in the dangeons of this place, and tightens unholy mesh stronger. Cold of ruins will burn upon symphony of holy flames. Humans dread this phantasmal crypt, childs were utterly disappeared, and wind that flying from Temples gates, becames colder and blows smell of rotten carrion. But is it end? Commiting to the fire of wrath. And through broken or hammered windows evil spirits is dancing their bacchanalia. It is the end of forbearance and this unholy dwelling-place is commiting to the fire. Blashemous reign is waiting in the deapth, the pasts being roused against reallity. May be we just awake the horror that sleeps under ruins, and than... Again under charred ruins blashemous spirits is dancing and wind becoming stronger...
4.
Who could sleep in his imprisonment of the endless thousand years? Call his name and drive one more nail in a coffin of mankind. Whose images since the beginning of time come to us in the most awful dreams? They give a horror hopelessness in the farthest angles of our reason. What secret hide the blasphemous monoliths of evil and hatred ancient depthes? That horrify even of the adherents and born by spawnings ill imagination. When the rivers past and present will drain together, When black winds dispel ashes of Earth. When the abysses of sea bottom will mount from depthes? And sunset lights a cruel chaos. His reign will begin. Heavy chains will fall from his scutal paws, And stinking breathing will kindle rockss of his dungeon. Never say his name, wherefore even in imprisonment his call is strong. Don't attempt to listen voice of abyss and wait rescuer it's from above, Thee will can't hear it, even when he will dismiss acute claws behind thy back. Never say his name, cause in a subconscious mind he already has let the blasphemous roots. Hear his call. Call of...
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Forward in throat of dying heaven. Come down to chill and crystal gloom. Hundreds arms are pulled to each other, tearing off chunks of rotten flesh. Black clouds gathered in the darksome mist. Horde of spirits crinkling from hatred and sin rush to a bottom of fatefull Malmstream. There, where angels burnt their wings upon infernal flames. Wrath is whipping mighty crowd of demons, awaked by impious, loathsome rites in fame by them. Unholy lord, creeping from the heart of burning hell, enjoys the taste of final sacrefice. Winds are drained into gusts of musty hurrican, hung the steel of guillotine over head of miserable world. Lightning blows, spliting bloody sky like blade of hangmans axe cuts the skin of feeble neck. Rage of dark empire will ruthless. Only fear, pain and evil laughter from other sides is hailed by new blashemy. To gorge huge warm bestows travel to unholy infinity already long millenaries. Through place where humans dreams don't penetrate, as poison drinked from crystal Ritual cap, wreckage of steadfast eden is falling in the endless womb of silence. Cruel vengeance. Forward in throat of dying heaven. Come down to chill and crystal fucking gloom.
7.
Roots is diging in surface of Mother Earth, wind is giving cold breathing to forest. In the dusk you cant hear danger, that hidden in the heart of this living bastion. His alive! He wants offerings, awaits your worship. He is God! This is your blood run to his ground and inflate with strength, passion and primitive hate. Embrace by branches and roots lifeless bodies, hi is reveling his might and ruthless. Became the lair for disgusting beasts, long before appearance of human race. He spikes fear and gives rise the old legends, gives life, guards and curses, and condemns to death. To fires tongues the mighty spawn of nature will conquer. In the blast of his breathing is coming freshing rushs or stinking rottenness. Might of Earth, clear of water - its nature - breathing of his womb. Make one step to the edge of chasm...

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Debut full-length album. Recorded during autumn 2006 - autumn 2007 in symphonic black metal style with raw guitar sound. Lyrics inspired by works of H.P. Lovecraft.

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released February 1, 2008

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Astarium Novosibirsk, Russia

Black metal project Astarium is formed in the summer of 2005 in Novosibirsk. In the capacity of the unique member acts SiN (all guitars, programming drums, keyboards and vocals). From the beginning of creative way project has started to play in symphonic tendency and orientated exclusively on studio activity. ... more

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