Anders Kvistr
Raw, ferocious, full of sorrow, melancholy and unholy energy. Vampiric black metal at its finest, truly unique atmosphere.
Favorite track: Veil Ov Nocturne.
𝕽𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉
It's a pleasure to listen another Vampyric Black Metal opus under the name of Twilight Encarmine ! Finding elements of Maeglin voice with a BM more anchored in a gothic universe, in a dark castle inspiring us Carmilla is very nice 🦇
Favorite track: Festering Pale Crescent.
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The first full length album of this one man vampyric black metal project.
This album took a lot out of me to write. I tried to work on the most pure blend of DS and BM themed around the slow decay of vampyrism and loss of sanity whilst taking inspiration from the music (but not politics) of Lamentation and Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu, which I read whilst in the drafting process. In some way or another, this album was nearly daily work for me for several weeks and was much more intentionally created than other things I've written. As such, I hope you take some time in silence and seclusion to listen. Preferably with a pair of headphones.
“Veil Of Nocturne”
This eternity is a curse from which I cannot escape
Why must I be forced to endure this forever
Those who sought life eternal were fools
As I have been forced to reap that which was sown by their folly
Curse them!
“I was now relieved, and able to breathe and move. My first thought was that Carmilla had been playing me a trick, and that I had forgotten to secure my door. I hastened to it, and found it locked as usual on the inside. I was afraid to open it—I was horrified. I sprang into my bed and covered my head up in the bedclothes, and lay there more dead than alive till morning.”
Carmilla by Sheridan Lefanu
Through the veil of nocturne, I fight mental decay
Though my spirit wanders, my body shuns the day
I scream and bash my fists against my coffin lid
I’d not wager my chances high, and yet I make the bid
Through my mortal wanderings
I savor this joke called life
Take me, leave me not
Do not go back into the shadows without my company
I no longer wish to dwell, I can no longer bear it
I feel the madness coming to bear
It calls my name, it hunts me untrammeled
“Festering Pale Crescent”
Pine needles drip with dew, the sun is not far off
The gore soaked ground beneath me, its soil is now soft
A single tear upon my cheek, for the life I’ve taken
His spirit has moved on now, but mine has yet been shaken
Pine needles drip with dew, the sun is not far off
The gore soaked ground beneath me, its soil is now soft
A single tear upon my cheek, for the life I’ve taken
His spirit has moved on now, but mine has yet been shaken
Whisked away by the red thirst, the northern moon it calls me
I seek the scarlet ichor, drained fresh from the body
I hate what I’ve become, my chance at heaven lost
Now the vibrant crimson puddle, begins to melt the frost
No chance left for redemption, I give in to despair
Pine needles drip with dew, the sun is not far off
The gore soaked ground beneath me, its soil is now soft
A single tear upon my cheek, for the life I’ve taken
His spirit has moved on now, but mine has yet been shaken
Pine needles drip with dew, the sun is not far off
The gore soaked ground beneath me, its soil is now soft
A single tear upon my cheek, for the life I’ve taken
His spirit has moved on now, but mine has yet been shaken
Whisked away by the red thirst, the northern moon it calls me
I seek the scarlet ichor, drained fresh from the body
I hate what I’ve become, my chance at heaven lost
Now the vibrant crimson puddle, begins to melt the frost
I gather that God’s forsaken me for that which to me entices
Who’d believe he’d abandon his son over one of his own vices
I curse you, Abba, your hands are also stained
Lest ye forget Sodom, Gomorrah, and all you’ve cruelly slain
“Burning Hatred Becomes Flesh Once More”
The bloodlust is upon me, I can stave it off no longer
Though I know the act is forbidden, I burn with infernal hunger
The bloodlust is upon me, I can stave it off no more
I am the bat, the wolf, the watcher, the strigoi of old lore
I haunt the mountain dwellings, the villas of nobles
But my brothers in blood run an operation global
We fear not the night, we loathe the cross
We make carrion of fair maidens in our decrepit schloss
We rule the night, we creep, conquer, despair
Though we share your mortal plane, we breathe not its air
“I insisted on our knocking at Carmilla’s door. Our knocking was unanswered.
It soon became a pounding and an uproar. We shrieked her name, but all was vain.”
Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu
Our sister carmilla, was the first to travel further
She took our curse abroad, became a human herder
We thought to move beyond our holding odd
But there were more chattel humans dwelling in homes abroad
We rule the night, we creep, conquer…despair
“Rites Of Fullmoon”
I am not waiting, you are not escaping
This flail that I wield shall crack open your skull
My mail shall grow rusty from blood that’s encrusting
The sound of bones crunching shall fill your last thoughts
Open the gate I come bearing slaughter
I will deal death, upon sons and daughters
You shall die crucified or impaled with a spear
Karnstein’s my name, its sound you shall fear
The flames and my eyes shall ignite your surprise when
You hear horse hoofs clatter, you’ll pray it’s not me.
Your life’s in my hands, you’d best not make plans when
I could choose to just end it and be on my way
Your mortality is a plaything to me
The hatred in my heart is all consuming
I laugh at the wails of your women
I will make orphans of your children
You shall bow before me
I am not waiting, you are not escaping
This flail that I wield shall crack open your skull
My mail shall grow rusty from blood that’s encrusting
The sound of bones crunching shall fill your last thoughts
Open the gate I come bearing slaughter
I will deal death, upon sons and daughters
You shall die crucified or impaled with a spear
Karnstein’s my name, its sound you shall fear
The shrieks that you hear shall expand your deep fear
As the thatch of your roof begins to catch fire
You can’t hide, you can’t fight but quick death is your right
Ash from your cremation shall be spread on my fields
Open the gate I come bearing slaughter
I will deal death, upon sons and daughters
You shall die crucified or impaled with a spear
Karnstein’s my name, its sound you shall fear
supported by 50 fans who also own “By The Light Ov A Failing Moon”
Dark, atmospheric and haunting. This calls for a journey through the mountains to enrich the moment. Hopefully we'll see a vinyl release someday. The Necronaut
supported by 46 fans who also own “By The Light Ov A Failing Moon”
Love this album and everything else Ghoëst has out. I bought the DDDP discography at the crazy discount it's being sold for, put it in a playlist and have it on random. It's an insane amount of great music! MeatHammer
