Juraj Grezdo joins the band after splitting up with Nailed Nazarene. The name Bastard is changed to Fatal Infection and by the end of 1994 the demo Behind the Doors of Sorrow is recorded.
The old name doesn't fit the new material, so it's changed into Thalarion meaning the ancient city of mad poets and flying demons (see Lovecraft's story A White Ship). In March 1996 the first album Towards the Obscure Slumberland is released through Hallelujjah Prod..
The MCD Dominium Unfold (1996) for the US label Wild Rags Records has never been released.
Nevertheless in December 1998 the second album is released through Mighty Music. The Tales Of The Woods... Thus Was Written album is well received by the world metal scene.
Their third album Four Elements Mysterium is marked with 1998 Nela Horvathova's vocals. Nela has also done backing vocals on Tales Of The Woods... Thus was Written.
In November 2002 Mighty Music releases the fourth Thalarion album Tunes of Despondency. After the more gothic Four Elements Mysterium the band changes to a faster and more agressive music going closer to their debut album Towards the Obscure Slumberland.
In 2004 the fifth album Hellium is released. Now there are no keyboards or female vocals (Nela Horvathova is now in Disanchely). The new member Michal (guitar) joins the band and takes a great part in writing material.
Current band members
Juraj Grezdo - vocals, keyboards and Slovak flute
Juraj Schlosser - guitar
Michal Zaќko - guitar
Peter Bartakoviи - bass
Jozef Lukac - drums
A Herald of Sorrow & Wretchedness
Thalarion Lyrics
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Wicked clouds over my head.
They are greedy as the pressure of time.
A life-potion has spilt, all is dead.
Like a light of the immense eternity.
Embracing my last will, blood is my bread.
The pictures of my sorrow.
Floating in the raptures.
Incessant raptures that I follow.
My muse is so huge, but not serene.
As the haze in the ancient woods.
As the grangeur of the Tatras.
As the endless sidereal time.
Penetrating through my mind.
And the loveliness of pleasure I can't find.
I hold the key to the enigmatic gate.
As I pass through my life to dream.
To discover the secret clutches of fate.
And listen to the silent waterstream.
Trees cry in my arms.
Dry with no splendour.
Delight has forever gone.
Bloody dawn torn by the thunder.
I am element of neverending light.
But I am also the element of the night.
I fan the fires burning all the happiness.
I am a herald of sorrow and wretchedness.
The lyrics of Thalarion's song A Herald of Sorrow & Wretchedness describe the devastation of our natural world, specifically the Tatras, and the intervention that has destroyed their natural beauty over time. The clouds over the singer's head are wicked and greedy, like the pressure of time. The singer laments the loss of the simple, clear virginity that once characterized the Tatras. The trees in the singer's arms are dry and lifeless, and delight has disappeared. The dawn that once brought hope is now torn apart by thunder, signaling a world in distress.
The singer's muse is vast, encompassing both the beauty of nature and the destructive power of time. The singer has the key to the enigmatic gate that leads to the discovery of the secret clutches of fate. However, the loveliness of pleasure cannot be found. The singer is a herald of sorrow and wretchedness, representing the devastating impact of human intervention on nature.
Line by Line Meaning
Wicked clouds over my head.
There are ominous clouds in the sky above me.
They are greedy as the pressure of time.
The clouds seem insatiable and consuming, like time itself.
A life-potion has spilt, all is dead.
Something life-giving has been lost, and everything is now lifeless.
Like a light of the immense eternity.
Perhaps the lost thing was a light that shone eternally.
Embracing my last will, blood is my bread.
In my final moments, I am sustained only by my own life force.
My words are the pictures.
The way I express myself is through vivid imagery.
The pictures of my sorrow.
These images convey my profound sadness.
Floating in the raptures.
Despite my sorrow, there is still a sense of ecstasy or being carried away.
Incessant raptures that I follow.
This feeling is unrelenting, and I am compelled to keep following it.
My muse is so huge, but not serene.
The source of my inspiration is immense, but it is not peaceful or calm.
As the haze in the ancient woods.
Perhaps the muse is like a misty presence in an old forest.
As the grangeur of the Tatras.
Or perhaps it is the grandeur of a mountain range that inspires me.
As the endless sidereal time.
Or maybe it is the infinite expanse of time and space that captivates me.
Penetrating through my mind.
This inspiration is intense and invasive, taking over my thoughts.
And the loveliness of pleasure I can't find.
Despite this inspiration, I cannot find joy or happiness within it.
I hold the key to the enigmatic gate.
I believe I have the answers to life's mysteries.
As I pass through my life to dream.
As I move through my life and explore my dreams.
To discover the secret clutches of fate.
I seek to uncover the hidden forces that control our lives.
And listen to the silent waterstream.
Finding peace in the quiet flow of nature.
Trees cry in my arms.
The trees are suffering, and I am bearing witness to their pain.
Dry with no splendour.
The trees are barren and unremarkable, lacking their former beauty.
Delight has forever gone.
The joy and wonder that once existed here are gone forever.
Bloody dawn torn by the thunder.
Perhaps there is a violent and destructive storm breaking on the horizon.
I am element of neverending light.
I am a part of an endless, luminous force.
But I am also the element of the night.
But I am also connected to the darkness of the night.
I fan the fires burning all the happiness.
My presence causes the destruction of joy and contentment.
I am a herald of sorrow and wretchedness.
I am a messenger of sadness and misery.
Contributed by Lucas H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.