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The Black Opera... [2000]

 1. Act I: The first seal                               9:39
 2. Act II: Beyond the black diamond gate      7:14
 3. Act III: Carnal delight in the vortex of evil  6:14
 4. Act IV: Congressus cum daemone           10:24
 5. Act V: The magic temple                        4:17
 6. Act VI: The sixth seal                            7:50
 7. Bela lugosi's dead                                  5:28
 total time                                              51:06

Act I: The First Seal
Dark and forgotten the times of these writings
Timeless stones shape the walls of this site
Arcane and powerful symbols traced on them
May the moon lead my steps
In the sacred search of supreme knowledge
Waiting for his coming
And it was gloom

Somewhere in time
In unknown lands ruled by an ancient magic
In titanic forests
6 towers of power were built
They guarded 6 sacred heirlooms,
Protected by 6 seals
They show the effigy of the god
Who sits on the big black throne

I mesmerize my soul
To fly along the dusty paths of Acheron
Looking for the magic circle of the black ring
Toth Amon, prince of enchanters
Tell me your secret
Or I will tear it from death to death
Running on a human blood river
He feeds on blood
The blood calls him
His strength glows if the hands invoking him are stained with blood
Where he shines, the blood is shed
There the light's kingdoms wobble
There nature forces are shaken

Thoth-Amon, give me the sword of sacrifice
And the sacred cup I am gonna fill with lifeblood
Give me the lance of almightiness
And the potsherds of the black stone
I'm gonna place on the altar of Dagon
Entrust the sixth heirloom to me
And so be it!

And then a whirlwind struck my breast, freezing my soul
The candle flames vanished announcing his coming

5 the tips and 5 the elements
It is the blood in which I annihilate
The sixth is the knowledge the supreme god, the bringer of light
Engraved in the sixth heirloom
The sacred book ordained to the devotee

Io Thoth-Amon, io sono Shaytan

Act II: Beyond the Black Diamond Gates

Dancing flames reflect a purple light
Dyeing the room with a mysterious stillness
Wrapped in the ineoriating haze of the fumed incense
We were sitting at the table pleasantly stunned by the sweet pungent smell of storax
Martyrized with ircos, oleum libani, commiphora
The white goddess was ruling the night
And the old bell heralded the arrival of Kephra
Our fingers were riding the ethereal dimension which embraces everything

"I'm the guardian of the east gates, master of the whirling air
I am him who opens the threshold
The portal is opened to you, holders of the ninth key"

In the intensity of powers
The ninth evoked energy was waiting for us
Beyond the black diamond gates

"My name is Astharoth-Astarte" it hurled
"I am him-her who walks in the dark
Who will lead you to ecstasy
I will give you the power of revenge
'Cause you are my sons
May the power of evil be with you
So that your souls can prepare for the call
In a place, sacred to you, celebrate with dances, chants and fires
You will couple in rapture
And I will enjoy your lust
I am the ninth key, the ninth flame of hell
Young, chaste with innocent fleshes
You will fetch her to me"

Magic resins have worn out
Scents have faded
Tum, patient, is waiting
But He-She is still walking with us

Act III: Carnal Delights in the Vortex of Evil
The way leading to him is unknown and steep
And the bodies rests of those who didn't deserve him make it slippery
But it is at the borders of my soul, so I know the secrets to walk along it staying unhurt

The threshold of his abode is barred by a tangle of infected thorns
But my soul keeps its key

His throne is shielded by 12 servants' stare
But he has called me, I felt him calling me
And he has given me the power to bewitch them

His rooms are icy
But he warms my naked body with his breath

The throb and the blood flow suspend
In the presence of him

His eyes, diabolical larvas his pupils, scan me
His glance captures me and penetrates my breast

Goblet of delicious vermilion wine
I give myself up to his grim embrace

Throb of death

He is the storm
He is the breeze
He is the aurora
He is the twilight
He is the everlasting mind in the timeless abyss
He injures and sates my lips
He lessens my hunger
He appeases my thirst
He is fire burning my flesh
He is icy snow settling in my womb

Rod of viscid serpents
Death and blood excite him
And my blood is the balm for his ecstasy and his voracious delight

Putrid carrion with burnt seales
Obscure seducer with smooth scented skin of infant

Now I know you
But he has always known me

Act IV: Congressus cum Daemone
The sacred fire burns in the stone circle
In the centre of the all I'm waiting for the guardian
Powerful thunders rumble in the air
And lightnings herald the storm
Darkness turns into light and light grows into darkness
While the salamanders are continuing to dance in the heart of fire
The moon stops growing
She stretches the fronds shades as spectral witnesses
And Eurus, the east wind, gives them life

6 are the towers, 4 are the revealed seals
And now I am waiting for the next one

Thunder is rumbling again
Like the dragon's awakening from the deep abyss
I honour the dark simulacrum of the depth's gates
That is silently waiting for the event's completion
I desert the realm of chaos and
I liberate over the infernal rivers
I follow the way of the red snake
Ancestral flight
...into the depth
I will celebrate the umpteenth passage ritual
A new baptism in a space without time
Tisipnon, fury of the occult power, is waiting for me
To deliver me the black book of the supreme knowledge

I cross the hidden paths of Shaytan to violate the ayernus gates
That raise from the deep abyss up to the horrid vault
3 are the bronze doors and 3 of iron and 3 of diamonds
They are wrapped up by an eternal fire
That makes all red-hot but nothing destroys
At the sides of the awful passage 2 guardians are waiting for me

First guardian:
"Be aware of your virtue, oh animal, and the abyss
With its spectres will be overcome
Rejoyce as a new spirit and the barking of the
Infernal beasts will become silvery chant
Beyond these portals you can join the perfect lightof the space without time"

"I am Angelikos Phosphoros, Lucifer, Morning Star"

Second guardian:
"Welcome spiritual warrior who, conscious and daring, utters the secret name
Before the black diamond gates
Welcome ensign of light
This pathway knows the steps, dreads and triumphs of your search
Welcome insane hero, the only one who has descended the stairs of damnation
You, blazing sun, dare-devil who faces the hades to win yourself"

"I greet and thank you, obscure guardians, who allow my passage
Without rending my flesh. I, brave rambling being, go and reveal the fifth seal"

Act V: The Magic Temple
Io metto il mio sangue nelle mani di Shaytan
La forza che sta nell'essenza degli dei
Che crearono il ciclo e la terra
Benediccte onnipotenti questo luogo
Affinche sia puro e possa contenervi
Innalzatevi o potenti fumi e purfieste questo mio tempio
Scorra lento il sangue per nuirire il cuore del cerchio
E ora giura!

Act VI: The Sixth Seal
Fall low into silence and fill up your mental calix with black substance of nothing
Burn 3 blood candles and breath the dense fumes of Gorgio
Enter the sacred circle and hail the altar of the dying sun
8 silver tinklings to hear the secret name
Rise from silence, open your eyes and vibrate
Gorgot, Assai belem
I invoke you timelessness
Who visits earth and skies
You, who lives night and day
Who knows darkness and light
Asar Lin-Nefer
No one ever saw you, in any time
You are jabas, you are japos
You are the right, and the unfair
You are the female and the male
You are seeds and fruits
I am the ancient to whom you entrusted the mysteries
Listen to me cause I'm the angel of Shaytan and this is your real name
East air
Listen to me and subdue all demons to me
So that all spirits of external spaces and seperate dimensions
All spells and gods scourges obey me, on and under earth
In the great water, in the whirlwind, in the burning fire!
South fire
I invoke you, terrible and ivisible god who resides in the empty of the spirit
West Water
Listen to me. Ru-Abra-Iao-Mariodam Babalon-Baoth
Assal-Ou Ai Aphaniao I thothe Abrasar Acooi Ischure
Powerful and timeless
North earth
I invoke you, Ma Barraio Ioel Kotha Athor-E-Bal-O Abraoth
East spirit
Listen to me
He's the gods' master
He's the god of universe
Winds fear him
It's him who uttered the word
He's the master of everything, king, ruler, succourer!
North spirit
Listen to me
I'm the timeless spirit, strong immortal fire
I am the truth, I am him who shines and thunders!
I am him whose mouth blazes eternally!
I am him who begets and shows the light
Heart and serpent are my names

Iao Sabao, those are the words

Now burn up 3 blood candles and wait for the empty time
Gorgot Necrod Belem

I dismiss you, threshold guardian, unfathomable Gorgoi!
And go back to your dimensions secording to your law
I will not suffer any pain!

Bela Lugosis Dead
[by Bauhaus]

White on white
translucent black capes
back on the rack.
Bela Lugosi's dead.
The bats have left the bell tower,
the victims have been bled,
red velvet lines the black box.

Bela Lugosi's dead.
Undead Undead Undead.

The virginal brides
file past his tomb,
strewn with time's dead flowers,
bereft in deathly bloom,
alone in a darkened room
the count.

Bela Lugosi's dead.
Undead Undead Undead.

Oh Bela, Bela's undead.


Line up

Cadaveria - Vocals
Ossian
- Guitars
Vlad
- Bass
Flegias
- Drums
Lunaris
- Keyboards


Info

Recorded and mixed at Studio Underground, Sweden in January 2000
Produced and engineered by Pelle Saether
Assisted by Magnus Soderman and Lara Linden
Mastered at Massive Arts
Executive production by Avantgarde Music

All music and lyrics by Opera IX
except "Bela Lugosi's Dead" by Bauhaus
Front cover and photos by Alberto Maria Gotti
"La Piccola Bottega dei Misteri" Cassle M.to, Italy
Layout by Greylife Research

Band contacts:
opera9@hotmail.com