Converge, Rivers of Hell

by VV.AA. (MIDNIGHT ODYSSEY)

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Pierre du Nord
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Pierre du Nord You always open my mind to unknown audio territories. Respect !
JANUSZ ROLA
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JANUSZ ROLA THE Best Buy I have is Your Band thank you Favorite track: Styx (Converge, Rivers Of Hell).
Wouter Stokhof
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Wouter Stokhof An amazing atmospheric album! Favorite track: Acheron (Deflecting Heaven's Will).
Bruce
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Bruce I was looking for something more from The Crevices Below (I bought 'Below the Crevices' elsewhere so it's not in my collection here, but is one of the best atmospheric metal albums ever and is available on BandCamp - get it) when I stumbled across this absolute gem of a record. Set this to play and embark on a journey through the underworld. One-man sonic virtuoso Dis Pater is a genius, and I can't wait to hear what he comes up with next. Favorite track: Lethe (Through The Lair Of Hypnos).
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pfk505 A truly monumental release, the peak of Dis Pater's musical genius, and a fitting ending for two amazing projects. The Crevices Below, both tracks here are just incredible beyond my ability to convey. Get this now. Favorite track: Acheron (Deflecting Heaven's Will).
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A distant sound of water rippling A faint disturbance that moves the foggy air From the caverns that rise before me A shadow dances through the murk As one who dares to traverse these waters I too must pay to cross these shores A dark procession of orderly souls One by one they board the sacred boat A journey far across those whirlpools Beyond the reach of Apollo's light Waters as filthy as the old man himself His beard and clothes reek of ages old Aeschylus, Seven Against Thebes, 854 ff: “But sail upon the wind of lamentation, my friends, and about your head row with your hands' rapid stroke in conveyance of the dead...” Euripides, Alcestis, 252 ff: “I see him there at the oars of his little boat in the lake, the ferryman of the dead, Kharon, with his hand upon the oar and he calls me now. ‘What keeps you? Hurry...’”
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Fate abysmal, crimes forewarned Blood of conquerors, valleys of dead Souls of once mighty proud men Boil in blood, a river of flames Forever drowning in those they slew Bubbling steam from flesh and sinew Mors atra auidos oris hiatus pandit et omnis explicat alas Turba sororum face Tartarea Mors atra auidos oris hiatus pandit et omnis explicat alas Slaughter above, the blood seeps Into the waters down below The river’s girth starts to grow Torrents of death, the fires arise When this river’s banks burst Waters mingle with Stygian filth And curse the land above Quae poena memet maneat et sedes, scio A realm of plague and death A kingdom once grand Now stands before those once conquered, now vengeful Quae poena memet maneat et sedes, scio Dark Mors opens wide his greedy, gaping jaws and unfolds all his wings (Seneca, Oedipus, 160) ...what punishment waits for me, and what place, I know (Seneca, Phaedra, 1226)
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There is no fire in hell There is no place like hell Where the streams wash away your cares Through the caves all memories fade When hell freezes over... There are no fires in hell There are no flames to keep you awake Through the lair of Hypnos you stray Through a bliss, oblivion, nothingness Far away when hell freezes over Through the lair of Hypnos I stray To abyss, oblivion, bodiless Faceless forms and vapour Dissolved into the air Taking my place amongst The shades of Hades Drinking the waters Forgetting my deeds Leaving my memories What is my name? Drunk with drowsiness Departing into sleep Endless words and murmurs Weigh down my tired eyes Through the lair of Hypnos I strayed Into bliss, elysian emptiness There are no fires in hell
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Below the deserts, the cascading hills of sand Waters ghostly, yet vaster than the greatest lands The spirits ride, the mud seems to grow Like hands, reaching out to feed on these souls Absorbing the painful memories Stabbing away those hindering dreams Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze Never will it take the pain away Flow away from the oceans calming breeze To the waters, muddied by mortal beings And their sins, are washed into the shore Their spirits wreathe, unable to endure Absorbing the painful memories Stabbing away those hindering dreams Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze Never will it take the pain away Watching... and waiting For their turn... Dreading... and cowering For they know... The words of Juno... The truths they face... Writhing, in this convoluted state Contorting, in these maddening screams Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo Bathe them in malodorous waters This decay - the foulest of beings If I cannot deflect the will of Heaven
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Deepest darkest Realm of my heart Frozen, fallen Shades of phantom Forms dismal Souls laid with guilt Traitorous breaths Whisper falsehoods And screech like the owls... In the shades of Chains forged eternal You take your place Amongst the ice Traitors of blood Traitors to land Betray those of welcome stay Doomed to freeze, the vultures seize And pick as they please Darkest Frozen Deepest Fallen Shades of phantom Souls blowing cold words Too late...
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Nine circles travelled The boundary of the world Of waters blackened Converge, rivers of hell Amongst the yew trees A silent deathly path Of vapours poisoned Exhale, breath of life Oh waters holy Of whom the gods swear oaths A binding promise No words can be undone A pact made to be broken The waters must be drunk Silent the god tongues Nine long summers must pass Another nine years Forced into exile From marble halls of grandure The realm of Saturn’s son For even he knows An innocent request Cannot be broken Can only end in death And through night’s blackness The waters cold and dark Calmly down the cliffside Are swayed by jagged rock A realm unworldly Majestic silver swirls Immortal waters Tide against the marsh The sun and eagle Have known the water’s ways One gave his chariot And one - his self revealed To swear upon them The silver Stygian waves Is cursed to regret The fearful stream of hate Nine circles travelled The boundary of the world Of waters blackened Converge, rivers of hell

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Jewelcase CD, 24-page full color booklet with lyrics and liner notes
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"CONVERGE, RIVERS OF HELL" is a concept-album dedicated to the classical rivers of Hades as narrated in Greek and Latin Literature and Mythology, featuring exclusive contributions from all of Dis Pater's projects: MIDNIGHT ODYSSEY, THE CREVICES BELOW and TEMPESTUOUS FALL.

In Dis Pater's visions - fueled by ambient black metal, symphonic arrangements and funeral doom abysses - Acheron, Cocytus, Pyriphlegethon, Lethe and Styx become places of the soul, where the dead face their despair and are left to wander eternally, drowning in their own memories and miseries, waiting for a merciful hand to save them... or cancel their existence forever.

Over 1 hour in length, the CD is accompanied by a luxurious 24-page full-colour booklet with all lyrics, Dis Pater's notes, and the superb paintings by the Flemish visionary artist Erik Heyninck, a true master of Surrealism.

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released October 30, 2013

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