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01. Aeon Sable
- Aether
02. Amorphis
- Queen Of Time
03. Atrium Carceri
- Codex
04. Dimmu Borgir
- Eonian
05. Behemoth
- I Loved You At Your Darkest
06. The Eternal
- Waiting For The Endless Dawn
07. MGT
- Gemini Nyte
08. Primordial
- Exile Amongst The Ruins
09. Khôrada
- Salt
10. Immortal
- Northern Chaos Gods

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ECHELON - New Video Clip Online

Austrians Echelon immerses deeper into the abyss of eternal human depravation with a brand new unique video clip for the track "Die Grauen des Krieges (An Incomplete List)". Track is taken from bands upcoming debut album entitled Vivito! Creato! Moritor!, set for release in Spring 2014 via Gravity Entertainment from Switzerland.
Avantgarde black metal philosophers Echelon have posted those words about the video: "I´m still sitting here, taking down notes, writing like I´m out of my senses; incoherent, confused. Numbers travel through my mind, sometimes incredibly fast, sometimes vicously, slow. Feeling like they´re crawling through a mixture of blood, dirt, and death straight into my head. A small light is flickering, giving me light; flickering, closer to darkness than to the light. Smoke is sorrounding me; stifling and colloidal, as you could nail him to the walls. You hear taffic on the outside, blood is rushing on the inside; incredibly loud and unbearable. Word after word fills the paper in front of me; stained, wet, and thin. Hunger, plague, torture, coldness, pain, death.
The clattering of a lighter breaches the scrathing of the feather. Another cigarette won´t make the air worse. Coughing, rattling, turning the pages. New words: execution, phosgene, propaganda, amputation, agony, torment, death. Figure after figure extending between my fingers. Incredible figures. Terrifyingly long columns of figures. Potency after potency, as if every star in the sky would be a beach, containing millions and millions of grains of sand. Turning the page, new words again: mustard gas, shrapnel, mine, factory, fire, pain, death. The feather scratches, milling new words onto the paper; more explicit portrayals of the incredible amount of horror: impossible." Link