DAGORLAD - Incantations

Patrick DE VIDTS
- Evilvocals
Philippe GANDIBLEU
- Hammeringsguitar, bludgeonbass, keyboard from outer space and programming 

WHITE ZOMBIE

They are not men!
They are dead bodies!
Zombies, living dead!
Corpses taken from the grave!

No more soul,
They walked slowly like robots,
They acted under the will of a dark man
Who possessed a great talent of hypnosis.
They were the angels of death!

A sortilege during a ceremony.
A puppet turned in a candle flame.
A toast to the bride who saw
The death in her glass.
A wedding transformed in funeral.

But it was only a temporary coma
Produced by drugs.
A little drop was enough
To simulate a sudden decease.

A coffin carried among the West-Indian hills
Ancient burials with timeworm crosses.
A pretty girl buried alive!
A horror scene coming to the front.

The final chapter was grandiose
When the charm stopped
Revenants in single file
Threw themselves from a sheer cliff
And disappeared into the stormy sea.

COUNT ZAROFF

A senseless body on a deserted beach,
Only one survivor of a yachtwreck,
Sir RAMSFORD, a big-game hunter
Ended up on a damned island!

When I came round,
The sea and the jungle were covered up
By a dismal darkness.
Were those a mirage?

On leaving a thick corpse
On a high cliff stood
A grand castle with pointed towers
Which disappeared into the shades of night.

A large metallic portal
Ornamented with spearheads.
A big door made out of massive oak
With a gargoyle-shaped knocker.

The inside was a mediaeval splendour
Decorated with heads of suffed animals:
Tigers, lions, elks, bears...
The lair of Count ZAROFF!

A tall impressive Cossack
With a dark beard,
High cheekbones and
Burning eyes!

What I needed was not a new weapon
But a new animal.
I fount it on my island.
I hunt the most dangerous game!

A panting pursuit in the jungle.
A hunting knife with a long blade
Against an automatic pistol
And a pack of voracious dogs!

In spite of all the subterfuges and other traps,
Finally, the evil hounds caught the poor guy.
A cigarette between his lips smiling,
ZAROFF allowed the monsters to have some fun!

A report was heard in the tropical darkness...
Creaking noises of horror rang until
The sunrise...

FREAKS

A circus animated by strange creatures
A dark timeless atmosphere
Marked by the rhytm of the striking shows
The monstrous parade is ready!

The dwarves, Hans and Frieda
The bearded-lady and the skeleton-man
The Siamese twins and the androgyne
The worm-man and the birdwomen.

The pretty trapeze artist, Cleopatra.
Hans, under the spell of her beauty
A considerable unexpected heritage
Fanning the human covetousness.

Lies / Sadness
Joking / Poison

The banquet of the rigged wedding
Promises a tragic end
When the voluptuous spider
Lets slip her hate for abnormality.

The monsters have got a code
Which lets them stick together.
An infernal pursuit in the blizzard
A tree stroked by the lightening
Immobilizing its prey.

Yes, I think it's better
She can't remember anymore!

THE MARK OF THE VAMPIRE

A thick fetid fog
A fleecy sheet ornamenting the burials
A dismal cemetery / rickety crosses
Hoots of wood owls
resonating in the night.

Two humid dusty coffins
A nauseating musty smell,
Terryfying creaking noises of ancient wood,
Two furtive enigmatic silhouettes.

While the twelve strokes of midnight are resounding
Two strange eternal creatures are going
Upstairs the large staircase of the crypt,
Among the giant cobwebs!

Count MORA dressed in dark cape,
A five branched candelabra in his hand and
His daughter LUNA, long redhaired,
Magic charms, hypnotic spell.

By flickering candlelight,
Suddenly appears on the counttemple,
The redoubtable scar stamped by a bullet
The Mark of the Vampire!

But this narration is just a diabolical masquerade!
A cardboard scenery, vampires are actors,
Reality is unreal.
O Luna MORA, princess of Darkness!
O BELA , prince of CARPATHIANS!
You're dead but your soul is still
Alive ain at my nightmares.

ORISON
(instrumental)

THE BLACK KNIGHTS

Rumours of activities at the frontiers.
Gloomy creatures coming from the unknown lands
On horses with a jet-black coat.
Sinister and impalpable silhouettes.

Nobody has seen their real face
Only their incandescent eyes.
They wear long dark capes.
Boots made of human skin!

Some claim they are spies,
Sent by the One who can't be named.
People think they possess
Supernatural powers and a fantastic force.

Refrain:

They seem to wander,
But they observe all
The Black Knights!

INVASION OF RATS

A horde of rats, writhing and wriggling,
Guided by an invisible force
Like a tidal wave!
Doles / Field mice / Brown rats

Refrain:

Pain / Domit
Fever / Death

Accumulation of inert corpses
Amongst the dying embers
Scattered in every corner of
The city squares in the north
Stench of scorched meat and putrefaction.

Retreat to your abodes my ill begotten subjects.
Lock your doors and shutters.
So be the wish
Of your kind king.

ARMY OF DARKNESS

The army of darkness is
At the kingdom gates
On the other bank of the border river
Facing the ford.
An impressive titanic cohort
Armed to the teeth.

Blood thirsty vampires,
Werewolves with curled lips,
Living dead with hallucinating
Gaze,
Skeletons with a jerky gait.

Blister covered dragons and unreal centaurs,
Hairy Cyclops's and formless monsters,
Garden dwarfs suddenly come to life!
Accompained by the usual undertakers:
Dark ravens and jackdaws of forgotten mounds.
Sly coyotes and slobbery vultures!
All united in same plot, conspiracy.
The final victory.

THE INESCAPABLE BATTLE

Plaintive and mournful horn sound,
Growing by the rock faces
Terrifying howls.
Grunts / Clamours
Inescapable and unequal battle

Archers and halberdiers
Knights and crossbowmen
Against the army of monsters.
Hammerings of bludgeon strokes.
Clashes of daggers and swords,
Purple spurts / visceral excision.
Smell of fresh meat!
Dismemberment and decapitation,
Bites of mad vampires,
Human forms burning and gesticulating.
Extremely violent attack,
Entire massacre butchery.
Disorderly retreat of the royal army.

UNHAPPY END

The victory of darkness has been complete.
The joyous kingdom is no more
Than desolation and sadness.
The rich cities have mede way
For calcined ruins
The cheerful forests are reduced
To smoking ashes.
The beds of all the brooks and rivers
Receive no more then whirling dust
And dry pebbles.

A new desert is born in which only
Some eternal beings
Still slip quitely away (still circulate with noiseless tread)
On the moonless niiiights!