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Septentrion is raw, cold northern Black Metal; born through the nightmares of Cykranosh and accomplished through the efforts of Moribundus and Teemu, our aim is to recreate the bloodfreezing fears of long gone years. Here you may learn of the dark past of Septentrion, or listen to the dead voices, read the poetry of death, acquire knowledge of present-day events or behold the diabolic shapes.
"It is October, in the beautiful dark nights a haunted spirit dreams of the cold bosom of the earth, his grave that has been denied of him. Every year at this time the spirit wails in the plague-ridden deserted lands, where the dead trees stand rotting in the gloomy hills and the dead marshes. At the darkest hour of the autumn at midnight, in the end of October, the full moon rises and glows through the mist, and all the dead the spirits walk alone through to the land of shadow. Everything is so empty and cold and motionless, and the pale mist freezes the blood. The haunted spirit bids all those still living to follow the dead to their graves in the cold shadow of the Witching Moon. This night will never end, for the haunted spirit is condemned to wander and wail in the desolate lands of living shadow, every year at this time, for all eternity. Here is no peace."
- Cykranosh, October 1999
Contact us at cykranosh@hotmail.com
© 2000 by Cykranosh
