I was -3 when this was recorded, I was yet to be a sperm and egg in the reproductive systems of my parents, and yet with the magick of modern day humanity I can peer into the past and enjoy such distasteful sounds (also annoy my parents, scare my neighbors and bop as I do my doctorate's work for the summer 😌)
It's always interesting to see those rare footages with live performance of favourite bands! Maybe i mistaken, but on this video we can see some COF members, which left the band and lately formed Hecate Enthroned.
Listen, I know it's been seventeen years since you posted this, but the world is cruel, and I didn't get to experience 90s CoF. SO my question to you Ice Knight is if you are maybe selling or know where I can get my hands on a copy of ANY of the three 1992 demo tapes I would greatly appreciate it. I as a 16 year old stuck 1-3 decades before I was born have spent a lot of time on the Metallum and when I found out that I could listen to something before dusk I lost it. I was very uneducated on this band at one point believe it or not. Following Jon's passing I listened to these again and decided that I'm not stopping until I have that piece of history
Very young and inexperienced with such an extreme song, they struggled with this live on this occasion, but nowadays his voice is on point and nails it every time, it's about growing and learning also experience.
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will The forest whispers my name, again and again When the moon is full We shall assemble to adore The potent spirit of your Queen, My mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Then my mother will Teach her, in truth All things as yet unknown I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with leaves, she stands, Who gathers all things mortal, With cold immortal hands, Her languid lips are sweeter, Than love's who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her, From many times and lands."
This song inspired me to start learning guitar at age 17, still back in 2009. Now I am approaching 29, and I still play guitar and am in a band now. Without this song here, I would not have dared, so thank you big time for the motivation.
