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2007 Black Metal from Turin Album: At the sign of Battlehorns Sol vej Sol (in Piedmont dialect means Sun, old Sun) Glaciers veils the secrets Obsidian soil occult his head His words,carved in stone His thoughts,dissolved in cosmos. Blood calls Unheartly,His spirit. Death hears but after reclaims. Heavens shall ! It's time for Wolves to devour sheeps for Swords to cut throats for Anger to sublimate to dying in honour and glory. Sol, vej Sol, mi i veuj ved-te tramontè. And then here,beyond the last heated reminescence Rubified but frozen by beyond's breaths Astonished forward the hall of galaxies Purity astride emptiness Ethereal rise handed by mantled fingers Fingers of thousand hands that once Carved in stone those words: Sol, vej Sol, mi i veuj ved-te tramontè.
