Black Metal ist Krieg

Nargaroth
Black Metal Ist Krieg (A Dedication Monument)
No Colours Records 2001
CD, DIN A 5 Digi (1000 hand numbered Copies); DLP unlimited ~ the first 500 Copies contained a Picture LP
with side C & D; Cassette (Poland)
1. Intro 02:03
2. Black Metal Ist Krieg 05:01
3. Far beyond the Stars (Azhubham Haani Cover) 04:48
4. Seven Tears Are Flowing to the River 14:47
5. I Burn for You (Lord Foul Cover) 02:56
6. The Day Burzum Killed Mayhem 09:20
7. Pisen Pro Satana (Root Cover) 02:40
8. Amarok - Zorn des Lammes Part III 09:30
9. Erik, may you rape the Angels 06:58
10. The Gates of Eternity (Moonblood Cover) 05:04
11. Possessed by Black Fucking Metal 06:33
Total playing time: 01:09:40
In the course of a musician‘s artistic existence compositions arise and cannot be
integrated into a single-theme album, be it on the basis of their independence relative
to theme and inspiration, or simply due to their unique meanings. Such songs remain
as a lonely presence in the conscious of the respective musician. But if their number
becomes too great they inevitably clog the creative process like a spiritual void crying
for expression. To free this energy-robbing force by reaching a near- catharsis form, an
expression is needed and this time came together in the form of the CD you are
holding. The recording of this release took place over a long period; beginning in the
Czech Republic, the bulk was carried through in an extremely cold former BND
Bunker in Nuremberg and finished on 30. December 2000.
The Nargaroth album presented here is not a concept album in the manner of „Orke"
or „Herbstleyd". But considering the points mentioned above, the songs are of one
complete element in the sense that they are all based upon varied dimensions and
consequent of extremes in diversity. This CD contains 12 songs independent of one
another, be it through differences in style, sound, conception or substance. Their
creation was motivated upon the most differing foundations: Political, historical (The
Day as Burzum ... ), through far-reaching emotions of light ( Seven Tears ...) and
deprivation ( Erik, may you rape the...), pure Black Metal
( BM ist Krieg & Possessed by Black Fuckin‘ Metal...) as well as testimonies or
tributes (cover songs...), etc..
Because of their dissimilarity to the Nargaroth style, I could have developed these
songs for use in a side-project. But I loathe this kind of behavior. What arises from my
will is consequently bound to my persona and identity. To me, Nargaroth is not a band
but rather a zenith of existence. I cannot just set it down and don a new ‚skin‘. There
will also be future expressions of my persona that could not be more different and
outlandish. On the whole I am, for I am in Nargaroth as Nargaroth is in me. No
compromise...
KvN
Kanwulf: Vocals, all String Instruments
Butcher from MANIAC BUTCHER / AVENGER and Occulta Mors from
MOONBLOOD: Drums
The background pictures in the CD booklet show, beside several collages, the scorched
club "Chicago" in Annaberg/East Germany, which in my opinion wrote quite a piece
of Black Metal history. The club and its concerts since the beginning of the 1990's are
still an important subject and topic of conversation for us from those days.
KANWULF IS NARGAROTH; NARGAROTH IS
KANWULF
NO COMPROMISE!!!
German hateful and misanthropic Metal,
for the Nargaroth-Obsessed and creatures similar to my being only !
Black Metal ist Krieg (Black Metal means War)
(Music / Lyrics by Kanwulf 1994 -1998; Language of birth and recitation: German)
This hateful song I dedicate to the time between 1990 and 1994. I suppose that I must
not recollect on this time and the Black Metal history connected to it. Black Metal is
WAR, and this in every conceivable form! In time voices called for so-called guidance
or goals one should follow together in unity. But so long that everyone shits on
everyone else in Black Metal, people benefit at the cost of others or friends, as long as
envy buries mutual acquaintances because one is a bit more famous than the other
group of pigs, and as long as lies constantly shadow the scene, I shit on it! So is the
basis of my support for the war of everyone against everyone, band against band,
because any sort of goals cannot be reached as long as this dishonesty and discord
prevail inside the "legion"... As this unity will never be achieved, an changed
constellation in Black Metal is fantasy. This song grew from a very intense time in my
life which will never come back with the same power and structure.
(The Lyrics of the Song are not fixed! They are done during the recording itself)
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black fucking Metal ist Krieg!
Black...
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black fucking Metal ist Krieg!
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black...
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Ihr Wichser, es ist Krieg!
Black Metal!
Black...
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black...
Black...
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Fuck, Metal ist Krieg!
Black Metal!
Black...
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black fucking Metal ist Krieg!
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Krieg...
Ihr Wichser, es ist Krieg!
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Ihr Wichser...
Krieg...
Krieg...
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Black fucking Metal ist Krieg!
Krieg...
Fuck you!
Krieg, es ist Krieg!
Black Metal ist Krieg!
Krieg...
Ihr Wichser, Krieg!
Es ist Krieg!
Black Metal ist Krieg...
Seven tears are flowing to the river
(Music 1997 / Lyrics 2000 by Kanwulf; Language of birth: German/English, Language of recitation:
German/English)
Seven tears are flowing to the river... This love poem I transpire in form and pair with
the violent intensity of a Black Metal song, which in relation to an expression of
emotion stresses the crown certainly the same in itself, to my soul which was too long
under the torture of deprivation…and six of´ em are mine…
Seven Tears are flowing to the river
And six of 'em are mine
And I tasted the strange sap,
mingling with my own.
To construe in it that force
I gave to so many.
And strange it was in my mouth,
and I plunged into a deep sea.
And there hurts this old wound,
with its drooling laughter amidst all woes.
But then the tide concealed his body,
after he had lost tears, six in number.
The waters became his coffin,
A seventh one poured forth… from agony.
And when the river had guided the tear,
towards the infinite sea,
Love was finally afforded to him.
But that he probably will never know.
And could time now flow withershins,
and was but a dream all the pain
He will embrace her in his arms
and love shall surround both their hearts...
Far beyond the stars
( Cover of AZHUBHAM HAANI; written by ANGRAMAIN `YO , released 1992)
This cover song is in honor and to the memory of Azhubham Haani, which according
to my artistic judgment has protected the throne of musical madness for eight years. In
conjunction are of course the previous band and the side project of Angramain ´Yo, all
of which relating to the closer description of the already-mentioned throne. As part of
the text was indecipherable in its recorded form and the guitar riffs partially inaudible,
I was forced to interpret and build the music in my own way to carry out the recording.
Similar to the exhaustion of a long distance runner who needs a break from time to
time, it's impossible to let these works run together inside me without break. Instead I
must stop the course of the music and use a moment of initiated silence as recovery to
avoid allowing emotional exhaustion become too great. So I hesitate with every
moment of peace with the notion that the next step to music will throw me born again
into the whirl of madness harboring inside...
I burn for you
(Cover of LORD FOUL; released 1994)
In 1994 I didn't believe in a glorious future for black metal but then received a demo in
which this covered song "I burn for you" could be found. One can suppose that Lord
Foul, like Azhubham Haani, should not be known to current infiltrators in the scene.
Even if I cannot reach the original rough, incomparable sound in all its expressed
elements, a memorial and sign of gratitude is erected here as a representation for the
sort of enduring strength I miss in all bands existing afterwards. And yet or exactly
because of this I am unworthy and lower my head in its presence... I die for your
amusement!!!
The day Burzum killed Mayhem
(Music / Lyric von Kanwulf 1993 -´99; Language of birth and Language of recitation: English)
The dedication of this song is unambiguous. With it, I recall a kind of change, a kind
of diffusion in the Black Metal of that time back then. When I heard of the actual deed
some days later, I was in a kind of trance; on the one hand, I had now another evidence
that BM was more than just a mode of entertainment, to which it degraded more and
more in the course of the following years. On the other hand, for me the future of all
persons involved and of all that was unclear. I have grown with BURZUM for
example, and it was, so to say, an entity accompanying my adolescence. And in this
fragile world of a mid-teenager, such a grave event happened.
I think I can already see the lack of understanding in the eyes of some readers, but they
shall be aware that this emotional state of suspense of those times can only be grasped
in its full momentousness by a member of the scene who has also lived through it.
What I actually want to say is that having lived through and witnessed these events in
those times is formative and essential for an understanding in the broadest sense as
well as for an evaluation of those circumstances. Newcomers today only have to read
on something spilled on paper by some biased hack writer, so that one ought to be
careful when choosing one’s sources, given that even the testimonies of those involved
are more than contradictory already. Thus, they form an opinion of something they can
only explore from a historic distance. The aspect of experience is missing. And that, as
I said, is an important factor when one wants to assess its relevance. What one may
think about the successive division, the rumors and all the commercialization is left to
anybody’s own judgment.
So, I do not know until the present day whether all this, besides having been an
important evidence for me that BM was more than just music, has been of benefit
regarding the future of BM, or whether it was not much rather a part of the beginning
of the end…1993, a year of misery?
1993, a year of misery.
Darkness fills the sky,
I hear the warriors cry.
The legend tells a story,
from a Viking from the north.
Who met a Death Warrior and
Black Metal was never been the same.
The legend call it murder
and the Viking had survived.
But the eyes of Death Warrior
never saw again the sun upon the sky...
And the quintessence:
Everyone recognized war,
that Black Metal isn’t just
Entertainment anymore.
I can still remember,
my emotions so confused.
My soul was seeking answers,
no knife I let unused.
So many questions,
I had to satisfy.
My young soul under torture,
but I knew my way was right...
I see a cemetery falls asleep under fog
and I know the old days will never come again.
1993 – the year of misery,
was the knife , which split the Black metal scene apart !
Since that mighty day, black metal split his way
and the unity here, was never the same again.
Lies, rumours and hate, money making (!!!) sadness and shame.
And all this by the Day as Burzum killed Mayhem...
Remember this day,
Remember this way.
That you never betray,
what leads you on your way.
And I never will forget,
the day as this both warriors met.
The Sun was black the Moon was red,
and Black Metal creates his own grave...
And I dream from days before.
Black Metal maniacs, no whore!!
In the legions of war.
The demons in our heads the law.
So I summon you once again,
we never should forget the pain,
from older days in our veins
we now cut of that it can flow like (red) rain.
This was the legend, from the Day, as Burzum killed Mayhem...
Pìsen prò Satanas
(Cover of ROOT; written by The Boss, released 1990, recited in the Czech language)
It's time to eat your souls... This acknowledgement goes to the Czech band ROOT,
regardless of the totally indiscussible sexual affinity of the front man, a facet
consequently reported to me only after the recording of this cover. This song has, in
my opinion, a substantial potential and I think everyone knows now where Varg
Vikernes got the musical inspiration for his song "War". And all skeptics can shut their
mouths, because he has confirmed this in one of his first interviews...Oh, Satani....
Ach Satane, Ty vládèe všehomíra,
jak skála pevná je má láska k tobì.
Nezmìnitelná v tebe je má víra,
obrácený køíž chci mít na hrobì.
Tvùj obraz mám vypálený v srdci v srdci, které je navždy tvoje!
Když navštívíš mì nìkdy v noci,
pentagram zazáøí jak svìtlušek roje.
Tvým jménem proklel jsem kostely a chrámy,
mou duši sám Lucifer si vzal.
Spálil jsem Bibli a podobný krámy
a tobì své tìlo vìnoval.
Vím, že jsem tvùj, jsem majetkem tvých synù
a tìším se na tvùj ohnivý Ráj.
Jen vírou v tebe já odèiním svou vinu,
pak pùjdu dál, až na propasti kraj.
Pøi Èerné mši jsem vždy nesmírnì hrdý,
že do uèení k sobì jsi mì vzal.
Co nezmohou dnes jìšte žádné vìdy,
to všechno ty už dávno znal.
Když skládám ruce do støedu Pentagramu,
a duše má se zaène zachvívat,
pak vždycky poznáš, že nikdy tì nezklamu,
že navìky tì budu milovat!
Erik, may you rape the angels
(Music / Lyrics by Kanwulf 1999 – 2000; Language of birth and chosen language of recitation: English)
Erik, may you rape the angels...! This song is a monument to the memory of ERIK,
his mark as the drummer of Immortal and Gorgoroth, who forever left this world in
October 1999. The intentions for that are possibly questionable, so I must say that
Grim, his pseudonym, for me represented one of the most sympathetic existences in
the history of Black Metal of the second generation. The knowledge of his passing
gave me a miserable feeling like no other and accordingly came into the context of the
death of my only friend ever. At the end of the song can be heard the line "This is
Demonaz, that Abbath and this is me. I play drums". This is the voice of Erik from
June 4, 1994 at a concert in "German House" in Lößnitz. I hold this outro as just and
mounting. As GORGOROTH is no stylistic challenge for me, I decided to embrace the
musical singularity of IMMORTAL as a musical frame for the growth of my song.
Regardless, this piece doesn't represent a copy of Immortal, as perhaps some rampant,
cloven voices will claim. This song came out of stylistic parallels and from the sadness
over the loss of one of the most valuable people to me. And all of us, friend and
enemy, know that such a person isn't to be forgotten. Because regardless of at which
battle's wake, weather in the depths of the soul, in the clear moon's lonely hours of
night or in the circles of the suffering, the people mourn their dead… Erik, may you be
your own tragedy!
Brothers fall, day by day.
DEAD was first “and all others followed”.
But now, another warrior has gone
into the raven realm of darkness.
Erik, did you found what you lost;
your own god ?
Erik, did you made your own realm
and your peace ?
Erik, was it time, was it time ach’ to die?
I could hear the demons cry
upon the place where this demons fly...
And when I hallucinate the older days I hear you.
And when I hallucinate the older times I see you.
And when I will go on, I will keep you in my mind.
You will be forever in and forever around my heart...
Erik, may you rape the angles!
Erik, may you be your own tragedy!
Erik,
may I die to get up so high
to be with you where the demons fly.
To walk the shadows,
to walk the night,
to run the hills with a Slipnir ride.
I’ve never seen the lonely stars shine so bright
since you died.
And if you hear my cry run spheres,
you know you will be in my heart.
Remember Grim
Grim
Grim
Amarok – Zorn des Lammes III (Amarok – Wrath of the Lamb III)
( Music 1996 / Lyrics 1998 by Kanwulf; Language of birth: German, chosen language of recitation: English)
This third section of an all-together four-part
unity represents an specialty which differs from
the subject-matter that externalizes itself in a
dedication and thematically softer subject-matter
than the last two parts.
The actual drive which brought me to this
audacious dedication (regardless of the boycott
of earlier albums), will be explained explicitly in
the following statement. It shall also be mentioned here that
although one could assume such, no woman was involved in the
accompanying vocal parts!! The German nation seems to suffer under a kind of trauma
in regard to a part of our history and national identity. Signs of this are, for example,
the sale of T-Shirts with the words "I could give a shit about being German". I don't
know of any other country where this sort of slander runs rampant and is also
exploited commercially. I despise this sort of slander in the deepest way. I am glad to
live in a country which has a sort of standard of living from which we can all benefit
and which we should all appreciate. The climax of all came in the publication of a TShirt on which a partly decayed corpse is printed with the words, "I was proud to be
German". Many are not really offended by this; some just see a
gaffe in relation to a publicly displayed corpse. But also when one
can interpret it other ways, I see the shaming of an exploited,
denied and all-to-gladly forgotten German generation. I am talking
about the German soldiers of the World Wars. When we find guilt
in everything through the smallest differences, we should also do
the same in reverse situations! I especially
dedicate this song to the fallen sons and
daughters of my family that in the First World
War lost their lives, burned in a tank at 17
years old in Russia, killed in Belgium or, in regards to female
deaths, a suicide after repeated rape. In addition I dedicate this
song to all soldiers and women who share the same burden, or
stand the burden of survival and whose name is now outcast. And
like how they died I leave this song, unmixed without
unflourished and raw...I am what I am, I’m just a man!
Pictures:
1. above left, my granduncle Ernst, killed in action in Belgium on May
15th 1940
2. above right, my granduncle Reinhold, killed in action in Greece
3. mid right, my granduncle Walter, killed in action near Dorpat, Estonia,
on August 27th 1944
4. down left, my great-grandfather, killed in action in World War I
I have seen the wrath of the lamb,
as I wandered like a wolf among the sheep.
I was a part of the wrath of the lamb,
so I am a part of the wolf.
Oh I am the wolf, oh I am the lamb.
so I am (fuck) Satan and I’m (fuck) God.
Call me now Judas or call me insane.
I am what I am; I’m just a men/man.
Call me now Judas or call me insane.
I am what I am, a fucking men/man.
Fuck yeah, arrghh...
I am a men/man.
The gates of eternity
(Cover of MOONBLOOD; written by Gaamalzagoth-Lyrics & Occulta Mors-Music, released 1995)
This song is a mark of my respect for the only German Black Metal band next to
ABSURD that is worth mention! I can imagine that the two spirits of MOONBLOOD
will raise their eyebrows at such a statement (at least Occulta Mors sits here with me
and shudders at the thought), but this is my opinion on the matter. And now because
there is very little in the world of German Black Metal that one can praise, one reflects
upon the long ignored and overseen, so consequently its now sort of a trend to listen to
MOONBLOOD. So the numbers pile up of supposed trusted ones or year-long friends
and former gothic-sluts, who are not even worth raping before murdering, wear
MOONBLOOD T-Shirts and answer the question, if they know the band they degrade
through their miserable existence by wearing this shirt, they answer, "They are good,
right?". Arrrrgggghhhh...!!! And so another worthy gem is destroyed through hype.
Shit!
Possessed by Black fucking Metal
(Music / Lyrics by Kanwulf 1994; Language of birth and recitation: English)
This song is dedicated with all passion and power of soul to the cult BLACK METAL.
Raw, full of emotional facets and something from all conscience which touch deep
inside me. However I believe the BM is dead, aside from this face there will always be
something that is labeled as BM and even if it actually has nothing more to do with
it anymore. It has been degraded to a domesticated form of music of which I have no
more interest in. Because of this the dedication, as a farewell to one of the most
grandiose memories and a medium of expression in metal from which rose those
demons which Nargaroth has summoned.
Once upon a time as Black Metal ruled,
the blood was hot, the hearts was strong
the future seemed to be ours...
But nothing more remained,
because Black Metal died.
Gone days of pure underground,
of Spirit, Pain and Fire.
So listen to your heart,
what Black Metal means to you.
If you’re weak destroy yourself,
if you’re from old days remember his corpse.
So I summon the old warriors,
that we shall begin
to kill the false and hated ones
to satisfy our Hate !!!
I’m possessed by Black fucking Metal !
Within the scope of this album’s functions, i.e. to cope and to come to terms with
some aspects regarding my person and its interaction with some facets of Black Metal,
it seems indispensable to me to comment on some things and recur on some topics,
which have been adulterated by either the ignorant or by split tongues. During the
transcription of these contents, however, I quickly realized that the bulk of things to be
fixed in writing were to exceed by far the capacity of a booklet and thus devalue its
use as a satisfying but limited source of information.
Therefore, I decided to compose a hardback supplementary writing in the course of the
publication of the here present NARGAROTH album “Black Metal ist Krieg – A
Dedication Monument”, which seems indispensable for an understanding of the single
songs, and which will shortly follow the album. This writing will contain a
transliteration of my thoughts, which the lack of space in this booklet prevents me to
write here. I also believe that I thus further approach my goal of separating those who
only follow the musical excesses from those for whom the spirit and the soul behind
the respective works mean as much as the musical expression of these thoughts – in
order to find those NARGAROTH – possessed I have seen in the most diverse regions
of this land, so that they shall be able to nourish on the energy I am able to give as well
as on the force of the demons in my mind.
(It has never come to a publication of this supplementary writing because I have
simply been too lazy to write it)
For some, Black Metal is amusement. For some,
an era in their lives. For some, however, only just a
pastime!
For me, it is hatred, it is force!
For me, Black Metal is blood!
Opened Gatefold of the Double LP
Side C Vinyl Version with Picture LP (lim. to 500)
Side D Vinyl Version with Picture LP (lim. to 500)
Black Metal Ist Krieg ~ A Dedication Monument LP Cassette (Poland)
Black Metal ist Krieg ~ A Dedication Monument LP Tape Inlay Front
Black Metal ist Krieg ~ A Dedication Monument LP Tape Inlay Back