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Runemagick: Enter the realm of death
22/11/10 || Habakuk
It was a rainy day when they met in a classy café where all the big names used to hang out. Death had left his cape and scythe at the wardrobe and sat by the bar, mindlessly turning his hour glass, when she walked through the door, slowly, meandering almost. The pouring rain had washed dark hair over her face under which her sad, deep eyes barely shone through. Not only her walk, but everything about her seemed… slow. And he had thought he had seen everything throughout his career.
It felt like years until she reached the seat next to him and ordered a drink. He knew quite a bit about alcohol, drug abuse and other earthly hobbies and listened attentively what drink she would pick. “Hand me an ‘I died’”, she whispered to the bar keeper. While watching the white-shirted clerk grabbing Rum and Apricot Brandy wordlessly, he pulled air through his teeth that left the skull behind the jaw bones again – what a choice! She seemed like she was made for him. He would have picked differently, B-52, H-Bomb maybe, but her voice sent a shiver creeping up his exposed spine. He was in love. And it wasn’t just her church bells, it was that deep, unhasty elegance that made him clean his non-existent throat, lean forward and ask her name. It took him a while as he wasn’t the most social guy, and most people he talked to usually turned to run, but that didn’t matter now. This girl was different. Slowly, she turned her dark eyes up from the bar and looked at him.
“Doom.”, she answered without a stir, focusing on his empty eyesockets. The ensuing conversation wasn’t exactly lively in the sense of the word, but as they talked for a while, their conversation grew deeper and deeper, intertwining their thoughts more and more. He liked her introspective ways, she liked his guttural, manly voice, the crushing flow of his argumentations and his straightforward ways, even when he dominantly upped the conventional tempo, a thing she wasn’t used to.
They spent the evening debating everything from the “Abyss of desolation” to the “Dark necroshadows” and they seemed to agree fabulously. Finally, when she casually dropped that her favorite band was Candlemass, he was completely sold. He pulled his final card, and grinned like he always grinned when she agreed to take a look at his “record collection” at home. One look at the barkeeper signaled him he would neither get tipped today nor live to see the dawn, and they left hand in hand. They entered his realm, talked about music for a while, debating full guitar sounds, audible bass and crunchy, Swedish-sounding productions until they went to bed to make sweet, sweet, groovy love.
And thus began the story of Runemagick.
- Information
- Released: 1999
- Label: Century Media
- Website: Runemagick MySpace
- Band
- Nicklas “Terror” Rudolfsson: vocals, guitars
- Fredrik Johnsson: bass
- Jonas Blom: drums
- Tracklist
- 01. Hymn of darkness (intro)
- 02. Enter the realm of death
- 03. Longing for Hades
- 04. Dwellers beyond obscurity
- 05. Abyss of desolation
- 06. Beyond (the horizon’s end)
- 07. Dethrone the flesh
- 08. The portal of doom
- 09. Dreamvoid serpent
- 10. The call of tombs
- 11. Lightworld Damnation
- 12. Dark Necroshadows
- 13. The malicious paradise (bonus track – listed but nowhere to be found…)
