In His Tacita Atria

by Murrum

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In His Tacita Atria was recorded at Röthammer Studios, Greenville, RI, between the first and last day of March, 2013, and was mixed, mastered, and generally abused by Pat Gilbert. Album artwork by Heretic and Mörg.

All music written and performed by Murrum
All lyrics by Mörg

Many thanks to Pat and Gloria Gilbert at Röthammer Studios, Ezra, Rapemachine, and ALCOHOLICAUST, Necro Wolf and VIR FORTIS, Ron and GRAVESIDESERVICE, Lykos and SASSU WUNNU, MALACATH, Joaquin at the EL N GEE, Sarah at CHERRY ST, Tom Sly at DUSK, Jen at THE SHOP, Katey Ray, Hajni Kahl, Ashley Adams, Dave Grave, Steve Percy, Agnes, Oz Bloodcurse, Christophe Szpajdel for the amazing logo, and anyone else who worked, sweat, or bled for Murrum in the past. This is for all of you.


released July 4, 2013

Mörg - Vocals, Guitars
Heretic - Bass, Backing Vocals
Abyss - Drums



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Track Name: Demons of Winter
Fear that which lies in shadow, for we are there.
Lurking amongst the black between the stars.
Too long have we lain dormant.

Out of New England's past, we are but ghosts among the timber.
The haunting spirits of old breath life into us.
As wolves we reclaim our throne
We are the demons of winter.

Fear that which comes forth and shows its face
For we follow not the laws of man.
But instead, lead ourselves to conquer a world of sheep.
Too long have our homes been desecrated by the filth that call upon God.
We shun his name and revel in that of the ancients.

We are Legion, forever shall we be.
We are Legion.
Track Name: Ritual Bloodletting
In solitude there lies the dormant essence of a once great man.
Long ago was he worshipped as God.
Granting immortality to those deemed worthy of his gift.
Chained with magic he was cast into exile.


For centuries I searched and now observe the realm in which he slumbers.
I paw at iced earth exposing his tomb.
My bloodied fingers claw at his coffin.
I kneel before him and bask in his presence.
Blood runs from my veins.
My life, a sacrifice for the revival of my fallen master…


Track Name: The Thing Beneath the Library
In the monastery of the Magi
Where two tributaries of the Tigris meet
Stands the library of the sons of Sirius
Guarding an ancient secret.
Beneath it's foundation lies a corridor,
Which ends in a circular room.

The walls, the floor and ceiling adorn pentacles of dread significance.
Rays of subtle and unseen force, the prison of the spawn of Cthuhlu.
By the dome does hang by three massive chains
A sphere comprised of iron
Composed of interlocking bands.

The dragon can be seen from in between them.
A giant statue of hazy rock crystal
Shot with clouds of color.
Great leathern wings lie folded on its back.

It's feet with the talons of a hawk and a face of serpents with no heads.
By its six eyes does it stare with darkness.
The terrible power of its will can be felt as crawling insects on the skin.
Communicating with thoughts and images in the head of man,
Does it compel him closer so that it may snatch the life from him.

For it will be the end of the sons of Sirius
And all who follow their ways.

In the monastery of the magi where two tributaries of the Tigris meet,
The library lies in ruin and the sons of Sirius have fallen.
Now the dragon is free to roam this plane as it pleases,
Ushering in chaos.
Track Name: In These Silent Halls
In these silent halls you hear nothing,
But the screams of souls lost echo throughout.
The sound of their torment resonates within.
The walls creep to life, carving your tomb.

Pungent odors permeate this dead realm,
Lingering from mildew on wetted stone.
Years unattended darken this desolate place,
Warping the mind to see things not there.

Shadows lie in the corner
Slowly driven to madness.
Every sound sinks your heart deeper
To the pit of your chest.

Lost, you search for an exit, but none can be found.
For once you have entered, you can't escape.

The thought of death sets in.
Desperation remains as you take your life.
Your slumped corpse lies in the shadows
As it's engulfed in darkness…

In these silent halls...
Track Name: Excerpt from the Scriptures of Armageddon
And as the skies darkened
The angels fell from the heavens.

They scorched the earth with their radiance
For an act against God cast one to exile.

Satan swore that as long as humans walked the middle plane
That he would be the Almighty's opposition.
He whispered in the ear of God and he said
That God shall fall and all who follow will be eternally damned
To burn in the abyss.