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:: Iced Warm ::
Musicians
Oleg Bogdanov AKA Neon
Maria Bogdanova AKA Estelaje
Dmitry Bedyukhov AKA Draven
Irina Negrienko
AKA Nebelhafte
Galina Golubkova |
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Iced Warm...
This is a long and dark story which started in the year 2004 A.D. and
lasts till now, fascinating human hearts, penetrating into
consciousness and giving its dark art beauty to our world
In the silence of ancient cemeteries and castles which bear
the spirit of the death in their gloom you will feel the
strength of the evil, its grandeur and beauty Plunged into
dismal silence of dreams which will possess you in the
moonlit night you will see human faces, those who had left
for a next world long ago but hadnt found rest.
Their souls are wandering here among us reminding of
themselves freezing our hearts with their slight touch
Stepping on the way of the dark side you will perceive another world
which crosses the verge of this reality and extends vast
beyond into the darkness of the universe opening the gates
into unknown. The dark world is another verge of existence
staying under the dominion of demons and spirits This is
the world of black churches where wizards and witches sing
their black Mass This world is inhabited by vampires and
werewolves submitting to the Lord of Darkness, whose power
spreads to our world as well, staying eternally in the
constant antagonism against the light. The owners of the
dark world are all those who didnt find a place on the
Earth, those who became exiles here On the hills covered
with the ashes of the bones, on
the stone altars and burning crosses the victims of the Holy
Inquisition torture the bodies of priests and all those
murderers who sent thousands of souls worshipping Darkness
into a next world
Hearing the music of the Dark Realm you will understand the
ambiguity of the existence, you will realize the mysterious
sense of those words calling you through the veil of
consciousness from the part of your soul where the dark
side of the world is buried inside You will see how a small stroke changes the white
light into eternal darkness, as beautiful becomes awful,
blood fire, water metal and the sky turns bloody red by
a sunset of the black sun One little stroke is enough to
turn Day into Night, Paradise into Hell, living flesh into a
dead one, a light soul into a stone sensitive to nothing. |
