DESCRIPTION:
melancholic dark metal from Italy. from "Angels' Twilight Odes", demo 1997, Noctilucae Creationes.
1. Antra 02,48
2. My Velvet Dusk 07,17
3. The Wait... 08,50
side B
4. Benighted Embrace 10,59
5. Dhyana 04,36

total playing time : 34,30

G. Principe C. - voice & chant
Francesco Galano - guitars ; piano & keys on 5
Bruno Villani - guitars
Rosario Memoli - drums
F. P. - bass

guest violet female vox on 1 by Rossella Rocciola
nature sounds on 3 captured by F. P.

band from Nocera Superiore (Salerno) Italy

the bassist , Francesco Palumbo, was the editor of the old great Vampiria 'zine, one of the best underground italian magazines in the middle/end of '90's. now is the boss behind MY KINGDOM MUSIC, italian label and mailorder distribution. search for their huge catalogue, and ask for their mailorder list of tons of metal stuff.

the vocalist, Gianluca Coppola, at that time he had the Mysteria Occult Distribution, great mailorder of pure extreme underground stuff.

this is their only release, an ultra professional demo. then the band composed some other songs, for the successive "Etra" ep, but it was never been released, and the band splitted up.

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Far away and latent
in the wither's beauty fragrance
with delight i'm walking in the shortage
the ruins of carnal horizons
are the monuments of my domain
THEY are the monuments of my domain
"Oh, so gently vain the enthusiasms
in the fondness of loneliness
I, forgetting the light
only the absence illuminates me
only the absence... endlessly
but the arrival of longed for springs
gives me nightfalls of brightness
in their COMING I bleed
the wailings scent
in their COMING, the wailings scent"
why?
"where to see the one's own will
will to mirror into ethereal
secret (graceful) place, secret (unknown) face"
in a whirl of flames and drops
my velvet dusk, a white design
crescent blooms sear again for my wilt
wondrous woe in disguise. sacrifice.
AM I THE SYMBOL OF LIE?
far away and latent my wither's beauty is A LIMBO
a lonely empire, enormous grandeur
"the weirdness' elegy. deep violet sin"
THE VOID OF MY DREAMS
THY DREAMS IN THE VOID
my wraith's reign is dissolving the fate
the wan woebegone ecstasy where I forget
in a mystic waft, distant voices, vain calls,
all in a silvery frame of the cursed painting
for few regrets


Lathebra represent the ultimate inner refuge of our soul, in which the torment is sweetly soothed and enshrouded by a lunar aura, shining in her darkness, alive in her non-existence, but mystically ethereal. It' s like a feeble light coming from the coldest oblivion, which floods the human voluptuous dying with her perversity, her magic, her hardour, her mystery enclosed into the ceremonial rite of a stygian blooming rose...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-lRWMwbvOo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bC7exC35Wps

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1p5h1RygNtQ