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The Old Ones
Czech Republic

BLACK PHARAOH
&

THE OLD ONES

The Old Ones biography:

"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They had trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons.

The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraver, but who bath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again."

H.P.Lovecraft "The Dunwich Horror" (as from the "Necronomicon")

Black Pharaoh biography:

Past: During the last years of the reign of Pharaoh Zoser, a man known as Nephren-Ka came to Khemet. Nephren-Ka was a powerful sorceror; he brought madness and death to his enemies with a word or a glance. The stories say that he came from an ancient city in the deserts of Arabia, whose name was Irem, the City of Pillars. All who know of this place hold it in dread. Nephren-Ka impressed Pharaoh with his power and knowledge of things hidden, and Pharaoh made him Vizier, second only to Pharaoh throughout the land.

Nephren-Ka revived the worship of an old, foul god - the Black Pharaoh. Soon Nephren-Ka and the Black Pharaoh were interchangeable in the minds of the people. Now no one can distinguish their deeds.

Pharaoh Zoser died of a wasting disease, and the sorceror proclaimed himself Pharaoh. For many years the Black Pharaoh fought with Zoser’s sons for control of the land. So great was the power of the Black Pharaoh that no record of Zoser’s sons now remains. For a time, Nephren-Ka ruled the land and its peoples.

It was said that Nephren-Ka was served by a huge beast, of which the Sphinx is but a small, inaccurate representation. The voice of Nephren-Ka was said to have been carried throughout the land within a black wind, a wind which destroyed at his whim.

Nephren-Ka built the Labyrinth of Kish, a place of darkness and despair. Here he practiced many foul sorceries. At last a hero named Sneferu arose, and with the aid of Isis and Bast thwarted the evil magic and slew Nephren-Ka. Sneferu then ruled as Pharaoh and brought the favor of the gods back to the land.

A pyramid was built to contain the soul of Nephren-Ka and to protect the land from his evil magic. The first pyramid was not strong enough to hold the spirit of the Black Pharaoh and it collapsed. A second pyramid was built, with strange geometries calculated by the priests to withstand the power of the Black Pharaoh. This pyramid stood, and the body of Nephren-Ka was entombed, accompanied by the curses of the priests. Yet a third pyramid was built to guard the site, lest Nephren-Ka return from death and plague the land.

Pharaoh Sneferu ordered all traces of the Black Pharaoh stricken from the land. Nevertheless, worshippers of the Black Pharaoh remained and schemed for the Black Pharaoh’s return. In time, Pharaoh Khafre, son of Khufu, son of Sneferu, drove these evil ones out of the land and into the hideous swamps beyond the cataracts.

The worship of the Black Pharaoh was revived during the reign of Queen Nitocris, after the death of her husband Pharaoh Merenre. It was said that she invited the priests and generals who had conspired to slay her brother to a banquet in a subterranean chamber, then opened a secret door and flooded the chamber with the waters of the Nile.

Queen Nitocris unsealed the entrance to the Labyrinth of Kish and learned much from the Black Pharaoh. The land again became a place of darkness and dread. Those who worshipped the true gods were persecuted and lived in fear. When Queen Nitocris gave birth to a son, whom she named Nephren-Ka, the people rose up and slew her. Her body was buried in a secret place, lest any evil ones attempt to recall her soul.

Presence & Future: "It is a time of awakening and change. Once more hath Phaeton ridden low, searing the fields and drying the streams. In Gaul lone nymphs with disordered hair weep beside fountains that are no more, and pine over rivers turned red with the blood of mortals. Ares and his train have gone forth with the madness of Gods and have returned Deimos and Phobos glutted with unnatural delight.Tellus moons with grief, and the faces of men are as the faces of Erinyes, even as when Astraea fled to the skies, and the waves of our bidding encompassed all the land saving this high peak alone. Amidst this chaos, prepared to herald his coming yet to conceal his arrival, even now toileth our latest born messenger, in whose dreams are all the images which other messengers have dreamed before him. He it is that we have chosen to blend into one glorious whole all the beauty that the world hath known before, and to write words wherein shall echo all the wisdom and the loveliness of the past. He it is who shall proclaim our return and sing of the days to come when Fauns and Dryads shall haunt their accustomed groves in beauty."

H.P.Lovecraft "Poetry And The Gods"

Album info (lyrics):
The Old Ones "The Old Ones" (2004)
The Old Ones

(Music: Black Pharaoh / Lyrics: Black Pharaoh)

The beginning of a journey - a piece of news in itself
Listen man and you will understand why
One is in three and two are in four
Listen to this voice - to singing - listen they know

They will come from where they´ve already come from
And they will have their seats
Where they´ve had their seats before

Look at my star and keep an eye on your soul
Step out of the secret circle and come among us
Don´t be afraid of what they will say
Nothing has begun and everything has done

Listen you - who have your seat
Beyond space and time
Kingdom without limits where
A triple golden star is shining
There is the true and endless
Kingdom of The Old Ones
Their eternal home is situated there
It is our joy and the new world which is to come

In ice temples forgotten by time - marble table
Which is put on a secred altar - fires of love are burning
And you will know them when everything is done
The eye of our God is floating through the sky in its boat

Nameless City
(Music: Black Pharaoh / Lyrics: Black Pharaoh)

In the middle of the desert heat
I saw from distance
An age-old mystery
Made of time - honoured stones
Of the oldest pyramides
Protrude above the sand
In the moon light
Invisible aura

"That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die."

H.P.Lovecraft

I waited for hours
In front of the mysterious sanctuaries
Till the East got grey
And the stars got pale
My ears were ringing
And time already ceased to exist
When I found the symbols
In paintings on the walls

Thoughts in my head were in a whirl
And the words of Arabic prophets
As if blew away across the desert
Towards the city without name

Funeral Song
(Music: Black Pharaoh / Lyrics: E.A. Poe)

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! –
the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! – a saintly soul floats
on the Stygian river: -

And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? –
weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies
thy love, Lenore!

Come, let the burial rite be read-
the funeral song be sung!
An anthem for the queenliest dead that
ever died so young.

To Pan
(Music: Black Pharaoh / Lyrics: H.P. Lovecraft)

Seated in a woodland glen
By a shallow stream
Once I fell a - musing, when
I was lull'd into a dream.
From the brook a shape arose
Half a man and half a goat,
Hoofs it had instead of toes
And a beard adorn'd its throat.
On a set of rustic reeds
Sweetly play'd this hybrid man
Naught car'd I for earthly needs,
For I knew that this was Pan.
Nymphs and Satyrs gather'd round
To enjoy the lively sound.
All to soon I woke in pain
And return'd to haunts of men
But in rural vales I'd fain
Live and hear Pan's pipes again

Alone
(Music: Black Pharaoh / Lyrics: E.A. Poe)

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf - tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -

How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
How few! yet how they creep
While I weep – while I weep!

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
When the rest of Heaven was blue
Of a demon in my view.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold.
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form.

Eulalie
(Music: Black Pharaoh / Lyrics: E.A. Poe)

I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,

… Eulalie became my blushing bride –
… Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less - less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
And never a flake
That the vapour can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,

Now Doubt - now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarté within the sky.

The Raven
(Music: Black Pharaoh / Lyrics: E.A. Poe)

"Take thy beak from out my heart,
and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"

And the Raven, never flitting,
still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas
just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming
of a demon´s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o´er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor;

Ref.: "Nevermore!"

And my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

Contacts:

Robert Grgurinovic
Cechova 1266, 293 01 Mlada Boleslav, Czech Republic
GSM: 00420 / 720 / 362 926

theoldones@9productions.net
www.9productions.net








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