The Black Painting

Nargaroth
Herbstleyd
No Colours Records 1998
(CD 1998 / 2LP 1999 limited to 500 Copies / 2000 LP Cassette in Poland and from Counter Attack Productions
(Sofia/Bulgaria) / 2005 PIC LP - No Colours Records)
1. Introduction - Herbstleyd 16:01
2. Karmageddon 04:22
3. Nargaroth 02:59
4. Des Alten Kriegers Seelenruh 08:38
5. Amarok - Zorn des Lammes 18:38
6. Das Schwarze Gewälde 08:40
7. Vom Traum, die Menschheit zu Töten - Outroduction 10:13
Total playing time: 01:09:31
Kanwulf: Vocals, all Instruments
Charoon, Session Lead Guitar
LP ~ Version Side C & D regular Vinyl:
8. Black Metal ist Krieg (Live Bitterfeld)
9. Herbstleyd (Live Erlangen)
10. Karmageddon (Live Erlangen)
11. Des alten Kriegers Seelenruh' (Live Erlangen)
12. Vom Traum, die Menschheit zu töten (Live Erlangen)
LP ~ Version Side C & D Picture Vinyl:
Stabbed in’he balls (Live at Baroeg Club Rotterdam, 20.08.2004)
a D.A.V.E.’s Version
I burn for you (Live at Innsbruck, 16.10.2004)
Abschiedsbrief des Prometheus (Live at Innsbruck, 16.10.2004)
Orgasmatron Cover (Live at Innsbruck, 16.10.2004)
Extended Nortam Sagro at his best. You dig now, Motherfuckers?
Nightmare SARCOFAGO Cover (Live at Innsbruck, 16.10.2004)
Terrorshort Edit Version because the fucking Cam’ Battery broke
Peculiarities:
The booklet of the “Herbstleyd” album went through a process of incessant changes
and pressing mistakes like no other booklet by Nargaroth. The first 1000 units of the
first pressing include elements which I did mean as I wrote them, but which are not to
be interpreted politically in any way! Moreover, it contains a multitude of typing errors
because the booklet contents were sent to the Dutch pressing plant as an A4 printout
and typewritten by employees of this Dutch firm without an opportunity to proofread
them again. The font in the first pressing was entirely silvery.
The consecutive pressing was, in favor of a better legibility, completely written in
bronze color and freed from those statements misinterpreted again and again. In
addition, a “Y” crept in at the end of a song title on the outward bottom card for
unaccountable reasons. Hm.
The third pressing version was mixed as regards the colors, with all the pages in
bronze color except for the middle pages, which remain silvery. Furthermore, it
contained the “Connected” logo down on the bottom card because there did exist an
opportunity for a distribution, which, however, did not become realized in the end.
As far as I know, the current pressing is completely the same as described right now,
but without the “Connected” logo down on the bottom card.
Introduction
When I went outside afterwards, the light was just … perfect. Golden autumn. I could
always sense it, every year there was this cold, sharp serenity in the air, this light, these
colors. As if the earth disclosed upon us that summer is over, and irrecoverably so.
Winter is coming, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Many say that they always
fall in love in spring. But not I! I always fall in love in fall. This season is so
incredibly… hopeless. And I will never see it again. But even if the enemy will kill
every human being on earth, autumn will always be there.
Autumn/Fall Suffering (Herbstleyd)
Autumn Suffering.
Autumn Suffering.
Pale leaf kissed by the tear
which fell through dead flesh.
Pain gave birth to the yearning for death
the autumn decay
Not a wave hits the water,
silently kissed by the moonlight
Red tears are mixing with
the dead leaves
Fear whose name was love, a dragger made from hatred
is sleeping now deeply in my heart
Fear creates the suffering of solitude
which is longing for decay.
Suffering, be my desire and in the deepest autumn
I shall be blessed with death
Karmageddon
The day darker than night and the water red
by the blood from the pained.
The day after day
No whisper of pray
The angels are fallen
Deep into raven realm.
Swords sound in heaven, deep red the sun.
Fullmoon in red side, God lost his only son.
Be brave on revenge
and hold the pride of fatherland.
Where are this dogs, where are this wolves?
And my hate has no mercy,
And my hate has no mercy.
As the death took them away,
I won't cry for their decay.
And the death took them away,
I won't cry for their decay.
When I die...
The oceans black, burned the land and
no cry will be heard...
Nargaroth ~ Instrumental
The old Warrior’s Calmness (Des Alten Kriegers Seelenruh’)
Where the fires painting with their dance,
up in the clouds so eternal,
where the moon shines coldly at night
and casts the mountains’ shadows into the winterclad land.
Where daemons hunt in the snowclad,
eruptions of lust refresh my soul.
My body is carried by elves,
let me look into the icy distance.
Icy mountains are sleeping within my view,
I am standing at the edge of deep forests.
The frosty song of the naked wind
is all I ever heard.
And beneath the towers which once were captured
I am lying now and looking into the valley.
And observing creations of ice
I am waiting for the sun to set.
Children are sleeping in the mountains,
who must not be found.
And the blind finder is seeking restlessly,
he lost his childhood a long time ago.
The aged hand is wearing down the snow,
his moist eyes moved deeply.
When the sun dies in red,
he is lying down besides the children.
They screamed when my sword
was killing their fetuses.
Screamed through the hatred
I had in my eyes.
A storm is gathering…
Amarok ~ Wrath of the Lamb
The sky was opened
like a page of a book…
Sins were not wanted
in the curse’s rotting den of iniquity…
The kings of the world
were hiding inside dark caves…
The moon falls into the sun,
to rot in heavens’ grave.
The white lamb is wearing a black dress,
it is bathing in vomited pain.
It is throwing off the white coat,
the wolf resurrects from the cold grave.
Oh so bitterly the new corn of the seed
is thriving in the lamb’s wrath.
You... persistent you have once preached,
the innocence of unpolluted children.
Lies have eternalized...
Praising now lapidating the finder.
The black lamb will raze,
slicing your false throats,
the truth came with the day,
never again will she torment you...
The Black Painting
A black work of art, whose nameless artist is governing creative thought-processes
buried within us, in our sight. For the decadent, a lifeless parchment of haphazard
aesthetic. For the enlightened, an illuminated plain of desolate, languishing existence
in the ecstasy of perfect beauty. Drawn with the blood of guilt, it reveals to us images
of our desires and our fantasy.
A black painting, the picture burnt
The frame charred, once called life.
The significance determined by the mind,
for the time of your life, escaping you.
A black painting, a mirror image picture book.
It reads your thoughts and transforms them to images, which had been yours alone.
The colors of the mask are fading, and a white face
lights up the black velvet.
The tears leave salty rims,
for a long time visible the origin,
to construe their course,
to taste their meaning.
The sun might dry them
but not hide them!
And only in darkness,
colors lose their meaning.
Only then, we reveal our faces,
let masks burst, coils drop.
Then, the white rim of the tears is invisible…
We lick our wounds, but the salt
of the tears run dry burns our flesh
and lets the remedy hurt us...
Screams are searching the veil of darkness,
Reaching every nearby ear to let the receiver hasten to help.
For screams are the only language known to all.
But darkness prevents looks from finding their source.
Erratically he’s straying about.
Frenzy is the inevitable course,
for overwhelming seems the pain.
No word can be formed now which could guide the seeker.
Instead, the sounds from my throat make the seeker flee in terror.
So we remain bleeding dry.
The theatre of life long since burnt down.
Yet, the embers are warming me, burning my hand.
Turned to ashes is the gown I once bore.
Tortured in pain, who once beat me.
The burst lips of those
who never touched me to bedew.
The split tongues of those
who consciously lied at me.
It is pain,
bearing unruly lust inside of me.
Rejoice, you blissful children of the light.
But your painting will forever only be black.
About The Dream, To Kill Mankind
I dream about killing,
the false, the hated.
I dream thereof...
I dream of the cold time,
when the forest brought forth death.
I dream thereof...
Mosswomen rush through the night.
Witches and furies wander through the forest.
The rivers full of dismembered bodies.
Death seduced my soul...
I glance at an elvendaughter,
beneath the appletree,
now it became clear to me.
We have prevailed, we have prevailed!
Outroduction
There is a greater darkness than that which we are fighting. It is the darkness of the
soul which has lost its way. The war we are waging is not against great powers or
sovereigns, but against chaos and despondency. Much graver than the death of
physical matter is the death of hope, the death of dreams. And to this menace we must
never surrender. The future is everywhere about us. In the phase of transition it is
waiting for being newly born in the phase of enlightenment. No-one knows what the
future will look like and where it will lead us. Just one thing we do know: It is always
born in pain…
Booklet Contents:
In equanimity it is rolling along, the Sun
bathing the cold stone, pursued by sister Moon
And when brother Sun is uniting with the horizon
and sister Moon is weeping at the firmament, the warrior
awakes to a new life. He leaves his damp tomb
to condemn the tongues of the false, and the autumn sorrow will
be his fellow, so...
…I am waiting for the day when the Sun will begin to dance with the Moon, and the
Earth is soaked with the blood of mankind. And when the swords have ceased singing
and the stars are knolling peace, the warrior doffs his clothes to entrust himself in the
Moon’s care.
When the last night fell across the Earth and the fire burned down, the stars did no
longer hear his voice, and the sound of fighting swords, which had long since been
carried away by the winds, escorts his soul upwards to the firmament, so that it shall
wander among the stars and find its peace there. And with the new-born sun, a new,
still young world hazarded a new start, free from all human tyranny.
Oh dream, I bend my head towards your feet, into the drivel of mankind, who has but
wailing and gnashing of teeth for you. And yet I have to endure them.
…so I, too, have long since fallen into madness…
Kanwulf
Supplement of the CD Booklet (its until today totally up-to-date!)
Still, there are a great number of people who scrounge like maggots on the flesh of a
dying cult! New wild-hearted and hot-blooded warriors used to emerge from every
winter, but, the winters have become mild and fat-bellied baby faces took the places of
the warriors. That’s how suffering is created in autumn – winter won’t give us any
warriors anymore.
It was inevitable that the former hatred against Christians turned and now concerns our
own ranks, since more and more scum began to dance on the dying body of Black
Metal. One could read how the commercialization could have been stooped in pseudo
intellectual debates and holocaust anecdotes in zines and mags, but people only stood
and watched, because everyone wanted to get some of the big cake (or corpse) to earn
their living with Black Metal. But living on Black Metal shouldn’t mean striving for
material things.
It means to let it nourish you, to experience it and to live it in order to survive a little
bit longer in this world. But among this antagonist masses or trend-society, nobody is
interested in that anymore.
And so I recognize you beneath your masks which are not capable of honoring you,
you out there, the false and the despised
Kanwulf
Herbstleyd Picture Double Vinyl (Front)
Picture LP Side A
Picture LP Side B
Picture Vinyl Side C
Picture Vinyl Side D
Herbstleyd LP Cassette from Poland
Herbstleyd LP Cassette Inlay Front (Polen)
Herbstleyd LP Cassette Inlay Back (Polen)
Herbstleyd LP Cassette fom Counter Attack Production Bulgaria
Herbstleyd LP Cassette Inlay Front (Bulgaria)
Herbstleyd LP Cassette Inlay Back (Bulgaria)