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The Treasures Arcane (transfigurated edition)

by CROWN OF AUTUMN

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1.
Equinox 00:30
instrumental
2.
TOWERS OF DOLEFUL TRIUMPH Oh, my doleful betrothed, enbewered in baleful marvels thou art; thou chariotest the soft of evil as whilome you did. A host of shadows sings for mee the lamentuous quire of dead leaves in blushful woods. From ivy-mantled towers I hark the thunder’fit urging from the horizon’s dim verge. The drawbridge it slowly lowers and a legion of armoured specters rides towards the walls of fog… Sire dell’imbrunito regno del dorato tuo manto la vista m’infiamma ‘l cuor! Scuro è il color del verbo tuo quando m’incanti con storie d’antico splendor. From thy blade and dungeon drop gouts of blood, the blood of thy vernal foe; to dumb forgetfulness a prey, death swallows Aurora’s vows of hope. On carpets of sapeless foliage thou stalk, whilst Zephirus swells your cloak! A supernal kingdom built of dreams: such wilt thou be to mee…
3.
A LYRE IN THE VESPER’S CALM So dark are these paths, no human eye should see - guarded by statues in velvet moss clad. Grow savage blackthorns, ‘ere yonder secret cave - for hid shalt remain the dun elfin grot, yet for mee to know… Subterranean rains falling from rocky clouds - far anvils echo in the snow-covered temple. Beyond the lake mist, on the opposite shore, silhouettes are dancing an elemental dance. The nine worthies stand there… In the bleeding one lurked the ruin of a royalty once forlorn; but in a future of centuries old, they will leave the catacombs of earth.
4.
NOCTURNAL GOLD PT. I: IN AGELESS SLUMBER Your features pale and calm, by the dim light of my lume; your eyelids behind whose shelter, eyes behold not earthly dooms. You dream in a shroud of mists… Fall in ageless slumber, fall in ageless spheres! And as I sit here, near you, I wonder what dream-paths you trample; what spectral realms you see, with eyes closed to this world and mee.
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NOCTURNAL GOLD PART II: THE NAME OF INQUIETUDE I was riding, I..a king, and from the fog my own ghost did appear. Aboon mee a strange formation of clouds gathered over the giant Cromlech. “Why does the mountain stands so great, so silent; How can the night dethrone the day?” Lo, eminent darkness cometh, and her dress of eclipse shows unseen constellations. A circle in the sky then opened wide and the astral traveler revealed to mee… Let mee clutch thee, serpent of stars; be my meridian eke whenas thy torch’s fire fadeth! Thou marshall’st mee towards the realm where I will be infinite; I’ll dream in a shroud of mists. I summon goetic imperial hordes, clenching the hilt in my iron gloves. Tempests shall mute all their laughers and screams, for death is silence and silence will be!
6.
In a portrait of evil and beauty sneers she, empress of ravens and owls; by a firmament flourished of darkness, she’s adorned with nettle and thorns. Throned ‘neath the fiery deluge - the tears you once wept - then turned to tongues of flame under Samael’s spell. Thou givest to the proscribed that disdainful glance which damns the crowd gathered around the scaffold. With branches as frame, Artemis navigates the night while the horizon thou scan nigh the Duke of Rains. Laid onto meads of decrepitude are crying the legions of pride: “Non Serviam!” “Rough wind that moanest loud grief too sad for song; wild wind, when sullen cloud knells all the night long; sad storm whose tears are vain, bare woods whose branches strain; deep caves and dreary main, wail for the world’s wrong”. (“A Dirge” - poem by P.B. Shelley)
7.
THOU MAYST IN MEE BEHOLD Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues so delicate which painteth thee with the colour of antique gold. Throughout dim and narrow lanes, aery surges of cold bring to mee my ancestors’ voice, whispering mysterious words. Tears of white wax many candles shed in solemn quiet as I admire the romanic stone, glowing like ardent embers. Beautiful stained-glass windows represent legends of yore; Thru the rosette I behold the crescent moon, in the enchanting violet of dusk. “Shall I question the ancestral stars and the earthly spirits of the mounts?” Thru the forest and its tangled boughs, hear the distant echoes of the past…
8.
THE TREASURES ARCANE Of quenchless radiance twinkle the jewels set onto thy crown, each one’s a wilt on the unique diadem of tyranny. Cherish the untrodden lands of almightiness in thine heart; drenched in the exquisite nectar of miracles, it forever will pulse. Hid far from unworthy profane eyes, the sacred chalice waits; guarded by the golden dragon, the protector of virtue. Only the valiant can tame the claw and the vehement flame; only the puissant can drink from the cup which grants immortality. Harkee! The one terrible chime… The blackest bells have tolled; a sign that through the ages, draped in awe the kingdoms of the world. Abhorred words sound to my ears like luscious rhimes; pernicious revelations pour from the pulpit of the Antichrist. So, let vent the cosmical force, in impetuous waves across universal tides! The storms shall gather from the four corners of the Earth and with one enormous roar, announce the conqueror’s rise; the one who keeps the treasures arcane.
9.
…AND THE COLD CAME O’ER THE FEUD Mighty though in sadness comes impetuous thy wind; The sweetest and the darkest, who Satan’s secrets deems. Thine breath o’er the forests it gilds the landscape whole; Oh, overture of winter, your strain hath mee in thrall.
10.
‘NEATH SELENIC MAJESTY A vast and vacant vale Ornated with haze-veiled sylvan lakes, wherein aught dive straight; woe-begone shadows and nocturnal fays. Oh, pure primeval gale, o’er grand piny mountains thou wail; ‘neath the night queen’s face, I wonder at the infinite space… Caught in marble cold, Crowned with an aureole of livid flame; Veiled by fragile silks, naked she stands in the garden of grief. Distant thunders break whilst she weeps for the hustling flurry; and as the wind arrives I cling to her eloquent cold skin and sigh. The moon became my heart, pulsing the silver blood of thine; a new eyeless sight thou givest mee to admire a world sans light. Nightwards I sweep by the purest catharsis - the divinity of silence. A rapture so cold, obscure; in melancholic sublimity.
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instrumental
12.
AWETUMN PART I - THE GREAT OLD ONES "The quest for thy kingdom of stone..." (Kutulusumagal) Oh, great monarch of all dreams and fantasies (Ereshkigal) My lunar queen, it's for you that I rise my sword (Shub-Niggurath) Thou rise against the sun to bring justice and might (Naxir) I kneel before the universe's entirety PART II - TOWERING OVER DARK HORIZONS The magnificent bells of twilight toll with a deep and awesome sound to announce the hour of glory when the timeless portals open wide... Autumnal flames enlighten the path beyond those gates as old as the dawn before the past, a path of leaves that leads to the castle of the one whose noble tears I greet with silence I, Caesar of dusk, meditate on the Cosmical Lost emperor on my marble throne I contemplate the immortal landscapes of my lands for they contain the universe... of mine...
13.
Symphonic Storm At the feet of the great mountain, there lays the wood shrouded in mist, the forest of charms where, laid on his stone, sings the daemon of poetry... Taranis wakes and yawns and in the darkening dawn a raven sweeps towards the storm... Where the crystal black lake reflects the golden cloak of autumn, there drinks the tired wild boar while the Spirit-owls call...
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CROWNED IN TWILIGHT glowing clouds are coming forth in the golden sky silver streams cross the fields while the moon-scythe rises enchantress twilight's dew gleams on gardens red a triumphal overture choirs of ancient chants Brandishing my flaming sword in the twilight sky I soar through the land resounds the call lord of astral empires... Splendour of the childhood's dreams incantation's king raptured by the essence of entirety I stand enthralled in the calm of the mystic sunset's spell warm wind blows through my hair ...and the twilight gates await...
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SHADOW OF THE COMET ...and the dawn comes red... My tears on the grave of the ages, once so glorious, are old wings outspread in the past to cross the walls of time emerged from the ocean of history they will deck the earth with chaos in the shadow of the comet ...thus speak the elder stars... They carved onto the stone of thousands years before to Awetumn I am sworn "henceforth I'll be your sword!" Enthroned in a dream of sorrow, dead forever, I walk on the purple hills where rains of solitude gather in my open hands and down my armour slip to reach the muddy ground that once received my tears... ...and the dawn comes red...

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Their 1997 cult debut album now reissued with a renewed artwork and above all remixed and remastered. It presents a magic sound with medieval touches, epic metal rides, acoustic breaks and black metal assaults. The concept lyrics, written in old English, contributed to enshroud the album with an aura of mystery. "The Treasures Arcane" was a little triumph with its 7000 sold copies and now, with the debut demo “Ruins” as bonus, you’ll get in your hands a jewel and a milestone of Italian underground music.

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released June 19, 2011

Cat. nr: echo074
Record label: My Kingdom Music
Recorded: by Christian Gardoni at Malibu Studio, 1997
Re-Mixed: by Mattia Stancioiu at Elnor Studio, 2011
Mastered: by Luca Martello at H-Sound Studio Mastering
Line-up: Diego Balconi - melodic vocals; Emanuele Rastelli - guitars, bass, keyboards and vocals; Mattia Stancioiu - drums (Guests: screamy vocals on songs 12-13-14-15; drums by Davide on songs 12-13-14-15
Artwork and Layout: by Federico Rebusso

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CROWN OF AUTUMN Milan, Italy

Crown Of Autumn rise again after more than a decade of enchanted sleep! Dreamy melodies, epic rides, warlike fury and of course those typical medieval inserts which made their debut a true underground cult are the keywords of this new full length album. A new milestone along the band’s artistic path! ... more

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