De Peel Sessies (Swamp Sessions: Promo & Moor)

by Walpurgisnacht

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Tape (90 minutes music) comes with some (extra) tracks (also Promo 2010) in a different, older version. Order at www.zwaertgevegt.blogspot.nl. Shall be released on Zero Dimensional label soon as a double-CD with De Peel Sessies (Stage Sessions: Sabbat Rites) as exactly this version here on Bandcamp, being 74 minutes of music by Walpurgisnacht and Houtekiet.

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released April 30, 2016

Walpurgisnacht and Houtekiet.

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Walpurgisnacht NB, The Netherlands

After their succesful underground CD Die Derwaert Gaen En Keeren Niet (Those Who Go There Don't Return) in 2005, Walpurgisnacht finally released their 2nd CD the opus Vergheldinghens Crachte, Januar 2014. The title means Power Of Vengeance, like the lyrics it’s written in the (traditional) Dutch language. Walpurgisnacht is a raw yet melodic black metal band. They play Witching Dutch Black Metal. ... more

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Track Name: J.R.R. Tolkien's The Mewlips
The Mewlips
(Text by: J.R.R. Tolkien)


The shadows where the Mewlips dwell
Are dark and wet as ink,
And slow and softly rings their bell,
As in the slime you sink.

You sink into the slime, who dare
To knock upon their door,
While down the grinning gargoyles stare
And noisome waters pour.

Beside the rotting river­strand
The drooping willows weep,
And gloomily the gorcrows stand
Croaking in their sleep.

Over the Merlock Mountains a long and weary way,
In a mouldy valley where the trees are grey,
By a dark pool's borders without wind or tide,
Moonless and sunless, the Mewlips hide.

The cellars where the Mewlips sit
Are deep and dank and cold
With single sickly candle lit;
And there they count their gold.

Their walls are wet, their ceilings drip;
Their feet upon the floor
Go softly with a squish­flap­flip,
As they sidle to the door.

They peep out slyly; through a crack
Their feeling fingers creep,
And when they've finished, in a sack
Your bones they take to keep.

Beyond the Merlock Mountains, a long and lonely road,
Through the spider­shadows and the marsh of Tode,
And through the wood of hanging trees and the gallows­weed,
You go to find the Mewlips ­ and the Mewlips feed.