The Sonic Manifest of Dripping Papal Blood - Napoleon, Pope Pius VI and Nostradamus

Dripping Papal Blood is the secret unreleased second demo
recorded a decade ago in 2010, in the band’s now shuttered ‘the prisoner’s chant…’ studio which rested at ground level across from the oldest cemetery in New York and rumored to be haunted.

This demo brings to life the complex and fierce rivalry between Emperor Napoleon and the Pope Pius VII. Napoleon went as far as to have Pope Pius VII placed in confinement.

Despite the antichrist’s repugnancy of the papacy, Napoleon knew he still needed the symbolic authority of the church during his unprecedented self coronation (referred to by the band as ‘ascension to accipitridae!’ - the classification of predatory birds of prey).

With the appointment of the cruel Cardinal Fesch (a relative of the emperor) after the Antichrist’s coup d’etat of 18 brumaire, Napoleon gave fesch with orders to persuade the pope to attend Napoleon’s coronation,
only later to be stripped of religious power and cast out of the diocese upon defiance of Napoleons inflexible attitude toward the church. Fesch later died in rome surrounded by his masterpiece art collection rumored to be pillaged and later bequeathed in his will.

Always through the lens of Black metal and Nostradamus’ prediction of the arrival of the antichrist,
‘Dripping Papal Blood’ intrudes into the interplay and triple-crossing corruption between Napoleon, the church and his own art plundering family members appointed through nepotism to the diocese.  

YOU CAN LISTEN "Dripping Papal Blood" IN ITS ENTIRETY HERE:

https://departurechandelier.bandcamp.com/album/dripping-papal-blood

Guests from The Past - A Norwegian painter and a Greek Ethnologist

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How the art of Theodor Kittelsen goes hand-in-hand with the writtings Nikolaos Politis.

"Plague is a blind woman, that goes around the country, from house to house, and she kills everyone touched by her.
But because she goes with searching, wall to wall, she can`t reach those who stand aside and stay protected in the middle inside of their homes."

"Plague is woman dressed in black. She goes at homes during the night and gives her poisonous breath. Some people say that the houses she entered in are marked, and this mark can`t be removed by anyone."

NIKOLAOS G. POLITIS Traditions (1904)

NOTES:

 The Pics : Pesta - The personification of Black Death done by Norwegian artist Theofor Kittelsen in a series named Svartedauen

Nikolaos G Politis : Master of Hellenic ethnology and folkore. A bio of him HERE

 

Ritornati dal passato - Italian Cantatas in Times of Coronavirus

The last days, to the news that coming from Italy, amongst others we see several Italians in the cities of Naples, Sienna and Rome singing anthems and patriotic songs from their balconies.

So, lets see of two of them in English. 

 

First one is the English translation of Italian hymn :

Brothers of Italy,
Italy has awakened;
Scipio's helmet
she has put on her head.
Where is the Victory?
Offer her the hair;
because slave of Rome
God created her.Chorus:
Let us unite!
We are ready to die;
Italy called.
 

We have been for centuries
stamped on, and laughed at,
because we are not one people,
because we are divided.
Let's unite under
one flag, one dream;
To melt together
Already the time has come.
 

Let's unite, let's love;
The union and the love
Reveal to the people
God's ways.
We swear to liberate
the native soil:
United, for God,
Who can beat us?
 

From the Alps to Sicily,
Everywhere is Legnano;
Every man of Ferruccio
has the heart and the hand;
the children of Italy
are called Balilla;
The sound of every church bell
calling for evening prayers.
 

They are branches that bend
the sold swords;
Already the eagle of Austria
has lost its feathers.
the blood of Italy
and the Polish blood
Drank with Cossacks
But its heart was burnt.

 MORE INFO : HERE

 

 Second one is a new set of lyrics written on the anthem of the Kingdom of Two Sicilies

The original anthem is INNO AL RE. The title of the newer lyrics below is

BACK FROM THE PAST

 Let God save you, dear homeland 

that stretches out in this ancient sea of hero

cradle of thought

that, born in Greece

in this land flourished anew

Erased from history

we are once again flying your flags

On the sacred towers of Gaeta

we write again the word: Dignity.

Soldier of the Volturno

you that fell here,

no one for a hundred years

has engraved your name.

The children you never knew

will return honour to you.
 

Back from the past,

those who believe in us this time will win

Go ahead, drummer,

beat like you once did

without luck

but not without courage

Fate that betrayed us

now reunites us.
 

Back from the past

those who believe in us

this time will win.

   MORE INFO HERE

Gothic Art as a Resemblance of Modern Times - The Italian Triumph of Death

Trionfo della Morte (Triumph of Death)

Palermo Italy - 1446 , Artist Unknown

 "The fresco is composed as a large miniature, where in a luxurious garden surrounded by a hedge, Death enters riding a skinny horse. It is portrayed while launching deadly arrows against characters belonging to all the social levels, killing them. The horse occupies the centre of the scene, with its ribs well visible and a scrawny head showing teeth and the tongue. Death has just released an arrow, which has hit a young man in the lower right corner; it is keeping on a side the scythe, its typical attribute.

On the lower part are the corpses of the people previously killed: emperors, popes, bishops, friars (both Franciscans and Dominicans), poets, knights, and maidens. Each character is portrayed differently: some still have a grimace of pain on the face, while others are serene; some have their limbs abandoned on the ground, and others are kneeling down after having been just struck by an arrow. On the left is a group of poor people, invoking Death to stop their suffering, but being ignored. Among them, the figure looking towards the observer has been proposed as a possible self-portrait of the artist.

On the right is the group of the nobles, shown as having no interest in the events, and most of them continuing their activities. They include several musicians, richly dressed noblewomen, and knights with fur clothes, as symbols of life and youth. A man is keeping a hawk on his arm, and another is leading two hounds."

Taken from www.scienceheathen.com

 

The Knight That Met With Death

Farewell to the knight who forsake this mortal coil

MAX VON SYDOW 

(10 April 1929 - 8 March 2020)

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Trees, Solitary Men and The Ancient Law of Life

 

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. 

In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

HERMANN HESSE - Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

THE PHOTOS : Tatoi Royal Estate/King's Forest - January 2020 (More info here)