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by The Great Old Ones

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Grimmrobe
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Grimmrobe From the grim void, the Old Gods arrive.

Stunning, hypnotic black metal. Favorite track: The Elder Things.
shuli's_mom
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shuli's_mom this album is a journey to dark corners of the imagination , the greatness is that it's a full masterpiece that should be played from start to end in order to absorb it .
and the beautiful art work really catch the atmosphere , i recommend it Favorite track: Behind The Mountains.
Maverick Dave
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Maverick Dave The entire album is majestic. It's like a sound mass that takes our ears by storm. Antarctica is a pretty heavy track with a cold atmosphere and heavy riffs & drums. For some reason I don't have any idea, The Elder Things brings to my mind the figure of ancient dragons flying over a place like Tibet. Listen to this before the world ends! Favorite track: The Elder Things.
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Je ne suis pas fou. Je souhaite juste aujourd’hui prévenir le monde des horreurs indicibles qu’une nouvelle expédition dans ce désert blanc pourrait libérer. Non je ne suis pas fou. Je les ai vues ces entités rampantes, plus anciennes que les hommes, ces immondices cachées dans leur cité de pierre noire. Je les ai vues, plus grandes que tous les édifices, plus effrayantes que la mort elle-même. Je les ai vues, ces montagnes hallucinées
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Antarctica 09:39
A land of desolation A white lifeless hell A land of starvation Burning all skin cells Kingdom of storms Refuge of spirits Like unspeakable swarms Of old units Towards us, insignificant human Join us in our frightful eden, join us Join us in our frightful eden Between the wind and snow We can see the mountains Rejecting their smoke of sulfur As a grinding cello And cursed fountains Of Lava, molten rock, and fire Naïve, we are moving in the storm While our senses deform We are moving in its unwavering greatness We let ourselves be enveloped by its darkness Our victory in this desert Will destroy our spirit, destroy our heart Great valley of death, let these men pierce your secrets, so we can retake our place Its beauty calls us, we can’t go back, Our quest begins now, even if the ice should crack, we can’t go back
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Continuing our research, we find a lost cave Enclosing nightmarish creatures, sleeping in their icy grave Excited by our discovery, we move into forbidden knowledge To the door of our insanity, we blindly build a bridge Creatures from another universe Reflections of the Necronomicon They do not belong to the Earth Lake dissects creatures and opens them in a breath Expecting to find answers to the meaning of life He will find the meaning of death Some stories say that they had created life Are we the result of experiments, created with a surgical knife? You, the old ones, which can defy sea, space, and everything Us, humans incompetent, we are nothing We are nothing We are nothing We are nothing We are nothing We were looking forward to joining Lake to investigate his discovery Without imagining that we would find a cemetery
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Awakening 07:49
Nous arrivons à l’endroit où Lake et son équipe avaient dressé leur camp. Une décharge glaciale, plus intense que le froid ambiant qui me mord le visage, me traverse l’échine quand je vois les installations dévastées. Un chaos indescriptible s’était abattu sur mes compagnons d’infortune. Les cadavres jonchent le sol. Hommes, animaux, personne n’avait été épargné. J’avance vers la tente dans laquelle Lake avait dû faire ses analyses. En voyant cette empreinte sur le sol, je comprends. Elles n’étaient pas mortes, juste endormies. Et il les a réveillées… My frozen body warms I begin to open my eyes And I see unknown forms I lift my arm And grab his head And I hold it, until it deforms The thing shouts I feel the rage rising in me This abject thing, that is studying me, analyzing me Les choses très anciennes étaient restées endormies durant des millénaires, emprisonnées dans leur cercueil de glace. Un regard sur les restes du campement me fait comprendre notre erreur. Nous avions cru avec fierté nous trouver devant des fossiles inconnus, sans jamais imaginer l’innommable vérité. Sans le vouloir, nous avions précipité notre chute, vers la folie, et la mort. Ripping flesh, tearing bodies I satisfy my thirst for vengeance I catch them with ease And I dissect them for science, for science My work done, I look up to see them, the stars from where I come Flying over mountains, the wind blowing on my starry head I admire these gigantic canyons, and I see it, my city of the dead
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The Ascend 07:27
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Nothing will be as before We can now see it With fascination and horror The city of the ancient spirit An infamous architecture A Cyclopean monument A non-Euclidean structure Looks to us like an unspeakable giant We are cursed We are cursed Study each sculpture on these cold walls We understand your past existence Your prosperity between these icefalls Your greatness and quintessence You created slaves, the shoggoths, powerful and abject But slaves wanted to become masters, and of your fall they were the architect Shapeless beings, screaming like birds of Poe Now only masters of the snow Resistant to the freezing cold of Antarctica They haunt the dark Babylonia L’horreur liée à nos découvertes ne nous arrêta pas dans notre quête de savoir. Pourtant nous avions compris que ces connaissances pouvaient amener l’Homme à sa perte, à sa chute. Nous avançons encore et encore au sein de cette innommable cité cyclopéenne. Les choses très anciennes avaient succombées au froid du désert blanc, mais pas leur création. Abomination informe mais polymorphe, nous entendons son cri aigu et détestable se rapprocher, comme un avertissement, présageant notre rencontre imminente et inévitable. The creature is in front of me, oozing and spongy, countless eyes searching in the dark Filthy ancestral horror Dragging his vile body, like in a slow agony, it comes to us, leaving behind its sticky mark Of our souls the infamous killer Traversant ce dédale de couloirs impies, nous fuyons cette ineffable vision. Nous arrivons enfin à échapper à la détestable créature, nos corps saufs, mais nos âmes meurtries From our plane, we can see one last time the cursed city Danforth’s crazy howls surround me, one last vision forever taking his sanity Today I ask the world not to come back to this place of melancholia For our salvation, no expedition should return to Antarctica Never!

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released April 16, 2014

Guitar/Vocals : Benjamin Guerry
Guitar/Vocals : Jeff Grimal
Guitar : Xavier Godart
Bass : Sebastien Lalanne
Drums : Léo Isnard

Cello : Quentin Gendrot

Recorded and mixed by Cyrille Gachet
Mastered by Alan Douches

Artwork by Jeff Grimal

Lyrics by Benjamin Guerry

Layout : Romain Lupino

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The Great Old Ones Bordeaux, France

Dark and extreme music, ambient and atmospheric sounds. Bordeaux, France.
« That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die » H.P. LOVECRAFT

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