Discography
2003 U Kori Tame (Demo)
Recorded January-March 2003 in studio Positive
Engineered by Stasa Lorbek and Sasa Bojanic
Mixed by Stasa Lorbek
Mastered by Davor Menzildzic
Produced by Stasa Lorbek, Sasa Bojanic and Tales Of Dark
Booklet design by Tales Of Dark
All lyrics and music by Tales of Dark
01 Forever
02 U kori tame
03 Prophecy
04 Epilogue - Eve of Faithloss
2006 Fragile Monuments (Solitude Prod.)
Recorded January-February 2005 in studio DREAM and studio 42
Engineered by Alen Momirovic and Davor Menzildzic
Mixed and mastered by Davor Menzildzic
Produced by Davor Menzildzic
Booklet design by Kristijan Zavodski
Front cover artwork by Ivan Roxas
All arangements by Tales of Dark
03 ...Of Grandoise Fevers And Passion Arcane
2009 Perdition Calls (Bad Mood Man)
Recorded January-February 2009 in studio Matrix and studio 42
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Davor Menzildzic
Produced by Davor Menzildzic
All arangements by Tales of Dark...
02 Allegoria Of An Eternal Sundown
04 Unassembled
05 The Crown Of Venomous Silence
07 Hollow
Tales of Dark... lyrics
When sullen storms kiss the cloven horizon
And sunset greets the delirium of stars
From the nightborn maelstrom of whispered secrets
Let stream this dirge, that the four winds hiss.
Embalm the delights that grievously squirm
Confined in soulless tidal throes
Rebellion-buried within vaults internal
The entrance to the sway of worms dost unfold.
Appeased and withered, passions bleed deep
No longer to tarnish soporific constellations
Wrinkled is the skin
What even grief hath forsaken
With memories shattered
Like fragile monuments.
Crown their closure
At the throne of untold sorrow
As the curtain finally falls
In the theatre of perfect deception.
Like a bleak romance of dying seraphs
So cold are these remnants forlorn
(Sculptured by oblivion and the stench of decay).
Whilst black mists enfold the frozen panorama
Adorned with the sapphirean tears of denial
Let stream the dirge that the four winds hiss
Aeons of anguish would hurt less than this.
For time is such a poisonous remedy
Transfigured promise that reveals the vista
Towards the garden of ivory stones
Where my image is etched
Like a xylograph 'midst the thorns.
Vast are the thorns that in my aenima plague carved
Yet distant the sob they tore from within
Never let my yawning gashes by light be defiled
And Heaven ablaze wilt bleed wrapped in laments.
Is passionless the desire I burn with?
Teach me to suffer for the ageless bliss
In scarlet magic to drown enraptured
Like the dreaming chaos in it's king like exaltation
Whither hast thou my muse interred?
Never was I whom the stars besought
A flight with no wings require I not
The dreadful forbidden name is but a thought.
Open up, somber vault of lifelong abstention!
And amidst the forgotten my fears receive
For they giveth me naught save the weakness
The wormholes festered, in the skin of my sanity.
August are the sights of the raging tempest
The lambs with the vermin attributes weep
For oblivion impends unfurling it's velvet embrace
Their silent mortician to be.
Into the lunarchways majestic I cut myself loose
As the full moon orchestra plays enchanted
And with the manifold faceless guises of night
Beneath the wolf crown aflame I open the gates...
...Of Grandiose Fevers And Passion Arcane
Reach the ancient heart of the stygian obscurity
Wherein all the names of mine are written
In pits profound, where festered dreams sigh
And longings scorched seek reason to return.
Admire the flame flowered mansions arcane
The sulfurous secrets gowned in rapture profane
Fear not the fire of all-knowing wisdom
Furiously burning with such ravishing splendour.
On the wings of my most fervent passion
Which the fools dare name blasfemia
To thee I have returned from the heart-dead sunworms domain
A coffin-shaped lair they have woven around me
For I've pledged no allegiance
To their fabulous sacred theories
Those spurious servants of a crownless king
Who holds their cross in vain.
No Phoenix phenomenon shall their fall contain!
Leave their carcasses scattered and slain!
And now I'm visualised
To blind-faithed eyes
Lofty and proud, to be recognized.
As the mourning-scented bloodstorm winds
Of their final downfall blow
Like a nightclad werewolf upon the moonlit glade
I shall hunt them down in the snow.
... and the frostbitten ground
Now consumes their wretched gore
My victorious hiss fulfills the oceans ethereal
And the stars gleam nameless above
As shadows call forth the seas of Cthulhu
Be wide awake my dearest
Of my fiery necromantic kiss!
Thine arms soothing around me enfold
To cease my yearning cursed
The sweetest witchcraft thy lips do hold
Can only quench my thirst.
'Neath the enchantingly blazing corona of night
Drown thy desire into mine!
With all the senses cast to a feverous grandeur
In the sins of the flesh we entwine.
Eternally... We entwine...
Enter the fogdraped silva, ye sanguine flames of dusk
Carry me forth through the scent of dying flowers
Vain are the words that this cordial silence recites
When grief tinctured thoughts enshroud my voiceless sighs.
Incline furtively into me, with no warmness of sympathy
'Tis not despise nor fear, what for the gloomy depths I foster
Where my sanity parched and seer shall weep
All defaced by soulscars incised so deep.
In yearning suppressed, where the art of vanishing lurks
Reveries are blissful only when inearthed
For dustless my frail wings are still
... slashed by barbed wire arms
That once held me so dear.
Of dolorous dreams, ridden with sickness internal, I feed
Grimly has the emotional volcano been smothered
While remembrances beseech, and the illusions depart
Wouldst thou hear the everhaunting rhymes
From the stabwound in my heart?
Mine is not the triumph over hostile ranks around me
But the formidable grasp of the all-devouring void inside
Deliver me from it's claws tremendous!
Cut me open forthwith!
Release me! Release me!
Through the whirlwind of visions nondescript, I crawl
As I kiss the freezing lips of solitude
Onward to the cold hypnotic aurora
Of towers exalted by crystallized distress.
Penetrate deep into my pain
Clandestine and silent, yet never to subside
A curse that wears no face or disguise
Behold the heavens lustrous that my contempt arouse
Still I covet one thousand eyes to possess
When the dusk paints the perfection most complete
So hasten I to beset what's left of the light
In the grace of obscurity to empower my sight
... to seek what's seemingly never to be found
Why hast thou broken my wings?
Didst thou see peril in me?
Accusing me for perfidious acts
Was thine utmost stupidity
For those were only ambitions
A greater sovereign than thou to be
So, betrayal thou didst promulgate
For the fear of dethronement made thee elate:
"Begone, wretched creature of pride!
In the burning arms of oblivion be forever lulled!"
Yet thy sentence I accepted with mockery:
"Who art thou to sit in judgement upon me?
How spiteful soever thy words would be
I bow to none, so shall I not before thee!"
Then the curse was cast
And I'd fallen aghast
With my hordes wearing new grown horns
Like black lace clad eerie shadows
Into the everburning pits we descended
Like a phantom spirit
That breeds the eternal fire
The flaming abyss and the secret it keeps
Were there for me, a new home to be...
Fleshless yet awake
Shapeless and forsaken
The Serpent of old I am
Still pulsating in the depth
Of this tragedy's birth
With the "mercy of God" etched in my heart
But even tortured by the lashes of million godly whips
No word of penitence will ever pass my lips
Forced to endure throughout our pestilence,
As the gift of life turns to curse
From the confines of sepulchres
Voices for vengeance cry.
Souls flit about their desolate tombs
The unborn smell death in the wombs
Still, we warble of the light to come
Yet hope faids as the dark prevails.
The endless chantings discordant now stand
As we ourselves with prayers blind,
Words of salvation and comfort known are not.
Is there but no light to shine upon,
Can there be no light which shadow will not make?
The depth to which the gory scars go suits
The length of time in which they do not heal.
There comes light with sacred visions
There lies hope within faith
The strong last and the awakened remain.
We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit
Let them fall in misery.
Compassion be the vice of us
And thus we resent it all.
Shall not stand with ones who cry
Aloud their folly, ye shall be as ye are
Begone you warps, you bended minds
Fear shall not come upon me.
Mute is now the ground of ours
Ends one, begins another
There is light before thine eyes
A light desired, much desirable.
Limbs congealed, the center barely existent
A winter’s breath only to reveal
My horrid inward thought unleashed
To bring haunting, indelible terror
All prudence shall drip under
When the disquiet nights approach
By hundreds of their overtones
Thousand nuances I shall lay circumscribed
With eye drops I take fresh vision
Yet each phantasm evokes different disgust
In an eon visionless, a world deaf
None may hear my wail
Sighs throbbing and tedious impale the quiet demise
I inhale the sweat of a thousand slaughtered sheep
Who put all progeny to sleep
Hollow, my dark spirit echoes
Sobs undissolved by time
All in some mystic cadence
Resolve me in their dire melody
Wretched fate... for all
Allegoria of an Eternal Sundown
Eternal are the wounds from which eagerness bleeds denied
Through such grievous endearment, with quietude so sad
Beneath the swarm of agonies, frail words turn to dust
As hope bears the nexus of its cold postmortal bed
A distance has grown, another decreased
Each moment devours the very heart of resistance
As failures feast, solemnly deciphering eternity
Mongst blisses waned, where life’s vestiges fade
… there’s only seclusion to marvel at
With the first light, darkness came along
Like a constant stream with no source nor mouth
Subsurface pain efflorescence
– my internal garden of roses dead
Where the grief is still lurking in every dream
Reaching still for the deep dark void
The wine of the damned I taste
Tears fill the chalice of bittersweet dolefulness
As I wallow caressed by desolation
… disconsolate seasons to witness
The sun welters dying, enswathed in diaphonous eclipse
Beneath the swarm of agonies – one last solitary glimpse
To set ablaze the leftovers of an illusion’s synthetic art
The amorphous remains of a petrified era sobbing in my frozen heart.
Like desolate dreams impaled on the thorns of awakening
My heart’s desires shattered and uncovered to unworthy eyes
With all the blood left in me, rushing into my lips
By each crimson drop framed in its own distinction
I utter these words, caressing my loneliness
My soul’s inertia – languished into a dead sleep
As you pour your bleeding sighs into mine
Drink up my inner sunset
Till I fall from your darkest grace
And let me become the ichor playing throughout your veins
Not of delights, but of grief-varnished fondness
These citadels obsidian our hearts hath exalted
Wherein we once danced in hectic stillness so charmed
Midst emotions cacooned, save but the ravage now resounds
With such fear enriched
I pronounce my valediction
As the delirious shades coalesce adrift
Left to bask in the predatory lights
Of Eden’s scorn and derisive sight
Bequeath to me thy flaming disease
And let it die within and with me…
I have forgotten desire,
I have lost lust, murdered love
Abandoned hope and awoke pure agony
Now longing for silence and the smell of stillness
The yearning not to feel
Comes over me
Its simple beauty always escaped me
Now it lays before me and in me
Declothed, demasked
Join me now, let us fall asleep
Not wishing but being all sentiments
Still tears, they are still kept
Behind these misty mirrors
I have been forsaken by all and every me
That ever was.
In motionless agony I provide the banquet of torments
With tears unbridled to wash my wounds clean… I fade
Incessant silence crowns my every word
Are memories but delusions whereby the past claims rebirth?
Upon the starless canvas the tempest of disease I unfurl
Lugubrious wails from this reminiscence be torn
Pouring scarlet with my name inwrought
Besmears the altar as I quiver underneath the dagger
… so dear is the hand that strikes with continuous cruelty
Within this new calm newfound nakedness I posture my misery
With mournful laments disgorged upon the barren soil of sanity
Perdition calls…
I follow its voice…
When nox-perfumed shadows embellish the gloom
And soft pluvia pours murmuring piano
The genuine affliction unrolls in sight
Through my flesh its fangs pierce
… in search of words still imprisoned inside
Wherefore didst the flowers grow weazen
When such exquisite charms were apt to cherish them gently?
Imageless reflexions through highflown visions dance
Lost within the sequence of dustveiled mirrors
Divide the recollections entwined like coiling snakes
Thus cloaked more by forgetfulness than in apathy
My sorrow shall exist
Palled be the waxing catharsis of everblissful delight
In this emotional winter, all my passions hibernate
From affectionate embraces deprived
While soft pluvia murmurs piano
Infecting my wounds with all its glamour deranged
I burn the bridges decrepit and leave them all behind
As I curse the dead with a brand new lust for life
From the ashes of persistence no desire shall rise
For a dying hand now holds the flaming torch
Hear the plaudit for the paramount deathwork
As hideous winds fiddle across the meadows scorched
Has life truly withered inside me?
With the hollow echo in a soundless night
I woke to see solitude grieving over my emotion
And as it wept its liquid nourished my disease
Soon all myself became infected
And so onward it began to spread
A fervent sentiment my inside so has sheltered
It means more wicked than ones ever set before
Tremulous ghastly sighs of a time long now past
Embrace my newborn fear
It beckons me forth so sad and gloomy
Drawing weakened limbs with its fragrances
Sudden air filled with the sound of its hurt
Composes an elegy of weep
Ahead shines my fortune
But here darkness ends my path
Never will the bliss of that embrace
Take over this solemn curse
What I hear now is the cry
Of the mother of time
For she gave birth to immortality
With virtues drained by a dream-nurtured malady
Transfixed in a delicate deathgrip I repose
As the colours all decayed through this blossoming torture revive
Costumed for the horrid stageplay
The chapters collected in fatal equilibrium
Illusions stifled, set for the vertical entrance
In dark graveyard soil bedding redolent of slow-motioned demise
And I renounce the reason
My cold rotten heart eclipsed
In a withering mercy it shelters my nonexistence
And sightless again, within these thoughts dehumanized
I grope the debris of vanquished desires
As the funeral crows’ strident choirs
Drone fearful tunes for the solemn black skies
Many seasons have fled into timeless subsistence
Where each and every moment is a different form of hell
… I hold no balance in the distance between
Retrace the scars trenched through the vague horizon
Where beauty and abhorrence hand in hand now walk
Tottering towards the virgin coastlines of nothingness
Destiny outstretched in bleak majesty – the nihil sector unrolls
Through ambered eventides and dreamscapes waste
Throat-cut memories writhe dissolving
As the sacred sinners white washed hands
Bless the earth with sonorous lies
For words are the manacles of doctrinal hypocrisy
Murderous instincts never silenced they hold
So I rise above the grotesque industry of pain
As I deny the grace of the divine foretold
Midst rebellious angels I do now sleep
Isolated from the grasp of the holy scorn
So touch my essence through pride and revolt
Our stormbrought winterthrone to eternalize
I am but what I am
Far from thy inebriating delusions
Hidden ‘neath the blueprints of your edifices
My entity you cannot steal