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Higher Art Of Rebellion

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La voi cobor acuma, voi suflete-amăgite Şi ca să vă ard fierea, o, spirite-ameţite Blestemul îl invoc Blestemul mizantropic, cu vînăta lui gheară Ca să vă scriu pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiară Cu fierul ars în foc… O, fiarbă-vă mîndria în vinele stocite, În ochii stinşi de moarte, pe frunţi învineţite De sînge putrezit Ce am de-alege oare în seaca-vă fiinţă? Ce foc făr-a se stinge, ce drept fără să-mi minţă O, oameni morţi de vii Vedeţi cum crapă urna, cenuşa reînvie Cum murmură trecutul cu glas de bătălie Poporului Roman Cum umbrele se-mracă cu zale ferecate Şi frunţile cărunte le-nalţă de departe Un Cesar, un Traian Cad putredele tronuri în marea de urgie Se sfarmă deodată cu lanţul de sclavie Şi sceptrele de fier În două părţi Infernul portalele-şi deschide Spre-a-ncăpea cu mia răsufletele hîde Tiranilor ce pier O, sfinte firi vizionare Ce făceaţi valul să cînte, ce puneaţi steaua să cînte Ce creaţi o altă lume pe astă lume de noroi Proşti şi genii, mic şi mare, sunet, sufletul, lumină Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este… şi ca dînsa sîntem noi. Chorus : Şi singur stau şi caut, ca uliul care cată În inima-omenirii de viaţă dezbrăcată Un stîrv spre-a-l sfîşia… NE CHEAMA PAMINTUL (english translation) Earth Summoning Us To you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls And to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits The curse I shall invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws To carve your forehead, instead of cattle brand With iron burnt in fire In vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued By putrid blood that died What can I ever chose from your exhausted entity No fires free from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men walking See, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrect Alike the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry Of the Roman Empire See the far-off shadows, they dress in steely armor And raise their noble foreheads that gone grey Great Trajan and great Cesar The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers’ iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves Together are now crushed The gates of the inferno outrageously wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths Of tyrants grim who perish Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing.... Who create another world on these realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world’s like this, and so we all are Chorus: I am alone and searching like vultures from a crest Among the hearts of mankind of any life undressed A carcass to be torn
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A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation Would Death unmask the azure of the creation ? Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties… A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar Cause it will never shine in your eden A dying romance, withered by your naivity The scent that I perceive comes from words Which escaped your mouth of flies Selfish, fetid romance… You lick the shit of this world Men's quintessence sways in streams of hope Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals Marvellous, when even Death tries to flee from you The flames leave their candles, soon they will die, too Immune to life... I'll always die In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie Bedeviled Paradise... web of all sin Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed! Selfish, fetid romance… You lick with a tongue of thorns!
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Strainule ce bati la poarta… de unde vii si cine esti? Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii, Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii? "De unde vin?… De unde pot veni, cînd ochii-mi plini de regrete si tristeti par 2 candele-aprinse în cripta mortilor poeti?" Priviti… sînt gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atît de lunga Si-n calea mea-ntîlnii pe rînd pe toti Cîti vrura sa va vînda podoabe noi ce nu se vînd Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai bine Spre-acel îndepartat întrezarit În armoniile eterne dintr-un sfîrsit si-un infinit. "De unde vin ?… Eu vin din lumea creata dincolo de zare Din lumea-n care n-a fost nimeni din voi…" Deschideti poarta dar, veniti în jurul meu degraba Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s… castele cu punti si santuri feudale Nici ruginite porti de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi Veniti cu toti cît mai e vreme si mai puteti cînta! Veniti, sa v-aprind în suflet lumina stinselor faclii Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii Iar cînturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o pîine… Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de mîine… Dar poarta a ramas închisa la glasul artei viitoare! Glasul Artei Viitoare—Chant of ‘morrow’s art (english version) Oh, stranger, who’s knocking on the portal Who are you, and where are you from? Oh, stranger to our world Answer, where do you come from? Where have you been living the nightmare Of these untold stories...? And in which star have you finally found The colour of our faded madness? ...”Where I come from? Where could I come from, When my eyes, full of sadness and regrets, Look like two candles glowing In the crypt of the dead poets..?!!” Behold, naked I am now, as I’ve trodden a long way Where I’ve been encountering, one by one, all those, -who wanted to sell jewels, which cannot be sold... -who wanted to lead the world towards “better times” Towards that distant horizon... ...within the eternal harmony between end and infinity... “Where do I come from? I come from the world beyond horizons From the world, where no one of you has ever been before!!” So open up the gates, gather all around me And we’ll walk together towards the world Where no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches... Nor corroded bronze porches, which newcomers knock at Arrive yet, while time’s not up and you still may chant Come now, let me set ablaze the extinguished torches in your soul Its phantasmagoria and the spell of new magiks, And those chants, you’re begging today for bread with I shall put together with the glowing of ‘morrow’s aurorae... Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of ‘future art...
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Although the world would call me free Each day the more her slave am I For in her very way to be There's I don't know what I don't know why Already from the day we met Was my freedom mortal shot She's but a girl as they, and yet There's something more, I don't know what No matter what we speak or do The moments in sweet silence fly For somehow there is music, too When she is mute, I don't know why So likely to my dying day To follow her will be my lot For in her sweet and candid way There's I don't know why I don't know what
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Screaming day and night at the dark-forboding walls Lights dim before me and enthralls all I'll always look the same in this cold, forsaken dark... Teach me to drip own tears For the pain of other's hearts Not the essence But the woe of mankind To weep within my crying Root the strength of love and hatred Let blood flow in purest red Root the angel's rage into my soul Let it grow... There os something infidel that's gonna happen today Be the witness, now and ever, abandoned angel of decay The obscurity's curtain I paint as the blind Life's tumult in the free fall The ghouls chasing its trace Oh, dreams, here ended all... Is there something in us all That can last forever? I feel the strange penetrating my fibres Mocking at my vacant spheres Body parts cut cold evolving to a rotting culture A death in its plenitude!
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Body Of Clay 05:02
Cry with my tears Cry with my pain Still in the cold Neverending rain With one of your kisses My words you'd freeze From one of your kisses My bleeding would cease Shed all my tears The flood devours all The earth, us, rushing... A shy, whispered call Death becomes angels Who won't turn away Defying all my yearing And my body of clay Cry with my crying You end up like (a) mole Death loves the angels Retired into my soul As I'm drained and welken My last wish I sigh Let me be, darling Tears in your eye.
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Putrid cross of ignorance, loss of reverence, whip of innocence Been listening to your mourning, watching you falling Deeper, farer, until your calling Evoked an eerie tone, that only you alone As a warning have known Guess, you've tried everything To be as me, to winback the soul I've kindly been Treating like my only son God's shiny angel, I am gone and you what the hell have you become? Abandoned son, my fairly fallen angel, come on And tell your father, what will we become!? Angels, we dwell in hell, humiliating and sad as well The world succumbed, some tell And there I stand stone-still, hence In my own non-existance and muse upon consequence! Blood stained clay, forth from our sacred dissaray Someone will walk a new way And will close the door 'twixt us and common core Angel, did you really want this war? Scarlet lips of indecency (Scarlet lips of perversity) In search for a splintered tongue (Matching each face disguised) Sharpened words of intimacy They'll need (all) my love (They'll need my hatred) Sapience, pierce my flesh with your thorns of irony Angel falls and twists her wings and her gleaming breasts will rot like foul flesh, hence worms will dance to a macabre romance... the rape of sweetness in my eyes Decrepitude, pierce my tongue with your womanliness Suck the honey of my breath and tear faith apart Scratching suicidal love on life's putrid skin I am your mortal son, so I am sin! Oh ye, in hell we are, humiliated and bizarre How only I have reached so far, my star And you, across that melting sky Waiting for me to die For everything must die, and within everything am I
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In the night of my final sacrifice I sent my soul Into the vast and fathomless unknown to find a word A word, that indicates the beyond. It came back later and spoke: "I am myself heaven and hell!" Sculptured in time as another chapter of life Sharp are the thorns of the roses, which lay dank upon me For too long I knew that I had to arrive Yet destination isn't as linear as humanity Touch the feeling - touch the soul Touch the morning dew and see the glamour In my stark eyes reflecting The icon of a setting in a serene summer So many flowers give away to mystery and loneliness Their subtle perfume and their indifference So much jewelry's forgotten in the soil, in darkness But who dares to tread the silent meadows That lie beyond the mirror of one's self? Who dares to reach the phantoms of one's heart? To behold the murderer of life and art? And what is death? What gives birth? What sells good or has no worth, When everything you feel is cold? Why am I? Who's this hand? Whose decisions I can't comprehend... But isn't history foretold? There's a tide... in the affairs of men Which, taken of it's flood, leads on to fortune But all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and miseries... But if you desire to see the light... As it truly is, clear and bright You must move - back into the shadows
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Les Possedes 04:45
Deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there fearing Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... But the silence was unbroken And the stillness gave no token And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word: "Veritas" This the dark whispered And an echo murmured back the word Merely this and nothing more! Fools and faith conspire Questions of desire That they never owned before Kings without their armour Men without their honour We all slip into oblivion We are the dark inside the night The ghosts about which the poets write And the dreams that night's embrace That slowly leave without a trace... O, suflet sparge-odata, ingusta-ti inchisoare Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc! Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind! English translation of last verse: O, soul, break away from your tiny cage And shake off your body of clay I want to cling on to you, rushing towards heavens As maggots cling on to a dead body, creeping!
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Neovampirism 06:12
Grele gînduri, anemie, nocturn complot Noaptea-I vie, iar o mie de stele Mă privesc şi eu tînjesc la ele Oglinda-I spartă şi în ea se oglindeşte tot ! Deşarte gînduri, lăcomie, în mine… tu Un înger, un demon, un univers apus Ca Marte de roşu, de moarte sedus Oglinda-s eu şi în ea te oglindeşti şi tu Apropie-te, tîrîndu-te spre sînul naţiunii În somnul calm al neştiutorilor Se vaită sufletele blestemaţilor Ce ca lacrimi roşii se scurg din cupa raţiunii Şterse pleoape-n adormire Peste voi, răzvrătire, iară mie Insomnie… Eyes I've kept always open, never meaning to see Your white wings dipping into my crescent agony I love your bleeding, for it keeps me seeking And I won't ever cease, cause it tastes like honey On my wounded lips For whom was that smile You wiped off so unpleased With your indecent fingertips? Would you bleed for me again For I adore its pounding on my seared tongue Translation of romanian verses: Burden of thoughts, anemiae, nocturnal conspiracy The night is alive and thousand stars beholding me And I’m longing for them... The mirror is broken and reflecting everything Wasted thoughts, greed, within me... you An angel, a demon, a drowning universe Red as Mars, seduced by Death The mirror’s broken and reflecting you too Approach now, crawl now to the breast of nations Upon the calm sleep of the ignorants The souls of the damned wail As blood-red tears flow off the chalice of reason Faded eyelids faling into deep sleep Upon you... mayhem Upom me... insomniae
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Deep into the darkness peering Long I stood there fearing Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before... But the silence was unbroken And the stillness gave no token And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word: 'Veritas' This the dark whispered And an echo murmured back the word Merely this and nothing more! Fools and faith conspire Questions of desire That they never owned before Kings without their armour Men without their honour We all slip into oblivion We are the dark inside the night The ghosts about which the poets write And the dreams that night's embrace That slowly leave without a trace... O, suflet sparge-odata, ingustati inchisoare Si scutura-te-odata de-acest lut pamintesc! Vreau sa m-agat de tine, spre cer navala dind Cum viermii de-un cadavru s-agata misunind!
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Random raining, ribbons of melancholy The moment dies right here, before me Grey horizons tarred to my days The curtain fell, still the solitary plays Dance with me, me dear The dance of those, who'll never return Bleeding traces left behind, for the living Hear life forging with death It's a gorgeous storm unfurling I've awaited for so long Now you taste like honey, dear, On my rigid tongue It's soothing as you delve Into my crescent agony Your lips of tragedy licking my requiem I am betrayed by your kiss... "Would you bleed for me again, For I adore its pounding On your fetid, lifeless shell, it becomes like satin No love existing, oh, my darling, see I am the architect of this bitter-sweet abstract" A key, a door, a vision, remnants of a dream Corridor of conclusions thru wide ribbons seen Like a statue starring with the same cold eyes Honey, kill me again, for know now what I am Lay down with me, my dear Listen to this requiem, you always loved to hear Through you knew the words, you sang them wrong Blood began to clog Still in the rain, Some things can't be remembered And some are harder to forget...
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about

Liner notes of Vlad Dracul, written 1999:


Higher Art of Rebellion

Why did I choose this title? Well, what I really wanted to mean is very, very simple. To revolt and to succeed is a fine art, an exquisite piece of human demonstration of power, intelligence and non-obedience. It's like unfurling the storms that have been gathering for many years within us. History is our teacher, and the supreme art of evolution are we, humans. Sadly, we are the bottom line of evolution, a civilization in its early years. Wars, revolts and revolutions happen every day. We are part of them; this is the world as we know it. And this is now the voice of reason...
Hence, some of you may wonder, what the hell am I talking about. It's all about us, our modern way of life, how we measure and compare everything and everyone. The banner of blasphemy has been raised once again, to let the others know, where we stand. It's about living, and life itself. We always ponder and speak about Death, the realm thereafter, what are souls may become or not, when we get rid of our bodies of clay.
This time we stick to our Mother earth, to our material entity, it's time for a change. Ne cheama Pamintul, earth is summoning us, is our first choice to embrace the new millennium. History taught us how things really go; only a rebellion can alter the linear and stupid way of our development. We need to widely open our eyes, to look at our environs, to understand, or even try, if we lack of knowledge and reason. The essential part of our living, as far as we beckon to our rights, is something personal; everyone is responsible for his own evolution. Though, unconsciously, we humans follow since the very beginning, whatever it may have been like, a certain pattern of evolution. It is not unlikely that only in the past 50 years mankind has achieved more than in 2.000 years. Yet, these steps are so little...
We repeat the same mistakes again and again, generalizing everything, although, as already told, life is a personal matter, and, besides, we can't find our goals, can't sort out our priorities in order to evolve from this spiral or civilization. The governments and their radical systems made this happen, but the worst thing occurred to our life on earth, since the asteroid, that perished the era of dinosaurs, as I guess it, is RELIGION. Worse are their ethics and morals, which pull us back in the race for evolution. We build everything on these pathetic lies, oh, poor deluded souls... Ok, I understood the story about the Santa Claus. It was funny back then in my childhood, but, hey, don't we grow up out there?
Anyway, we, intelligent Homo sapiens, must defend us; protect our wisdom and noble goals from the impurities of this modern, social, democratic and anti-idealistic system that is all around us. In every matter and term we shall rebel and fight for our lives, if it comes to it.
That's why I entitled the album higher art , we know more than violence and oppression, we fight for our ideologies in a different way, it is art, that we use as a weapon... of course violence would be something most of them will understand, but we are not like them, we grasp for renewal, that's why we must re-write history, if needed. We strive for Novus Ordo Seclorum, the New World Order, in such a beautiful way...this has no religious meaning at all, it will be the dawn into a new era, it represents the next step for mankind, the aeon of evolution and total passion. I really don't know how the future should look like, but I'm sure we're going to work tough on this matter. Then life would be a place to die for.., I mean, it would be worth it, life will have another meaning. Don't ask what you can do for your country; ask what your country can do for you... This will be the new motto, our new morale code, not religion or other felony...

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released November 29, 1999

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Vlad - vocals, keys
Akaias - vocals
Sathonys - guitars
Hyperion - guitars
Marko T. - bass
Christine S. - keys
Matthias R. - drums
Byron - guest vocals

Lyrics by Vlad Dracul, except Glasul Artei Viitoare by Ion Minulescu and When She’s Mute by Mihai Eminescu, translation by Corneliu M. Popescu (RIP)
Music by Agathodaimon
Produced by Mihai Coman & Vlad Dracul at Magic Sound Studio in Bucuresti, Romania

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Discography:

Carpe Noctem Demo 1996
Near Dark Demo 1997
Blacken The Angel 1998
Higher Art Of Rebellion 1999
Chapter III 2001
Serpent's
Embrace 2004
Phoenix 2009
In Darkness 2013
The Seven 2022
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