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
Almost Forgotten Empire
Thalarion Lyrics
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There they lived fortunate and alone.
Beyond the stonewalls of merciless time.
They drank the water from the fount of wisdom.
And felt the whiff of the ancient spirits.
The wind was rustling among the time-honoured oaks.
Prophecy of a distant future so unimaginable.
Hovered over their breezy head, their breezy head.
So there they lived fortunate and alone.
Under the triumphs of endless night.
That gave them sensation of beautiful fear.
A fear that never passed away.
Ancient Slavic rite to the glory of Perun.
And on every night during the glamorous time.
They lit the stars that have already burnt out.
Lanterns of ages lost in the darkness.
Mirrors of time broken to pieces.
So there they lived fortunate and alone.
Under the triumphs of endless night.
That gave them sensation of beautiful fear.
A fear that never passed away.
The lyrics of Thalarion's song Almost Forgotten Empire paint a picture of a peaceful and carefree civilization. These people lived beyond time's reach, and thus their troubles were less complicated. They are seen as fictional people whose vision symbolizes carelessness. This imaginary culture is ancient and lives simply with few wants, meaning that they fear more. The people drank from the fount of wisdom and felt the whiff of the ancient spirits.
The winds of time are constantly rustling among the ancient oaks, which whisper the sacrosanct song of their lives. The prophecy of a distant future so unimaginable hovers above their breezy heads. They live under the triumphs of the endless night that provide them the awareness of a beautiful fear that never fades away. These people engage in an ancient Slavic rite to the glory of Perun while contemplating the stars. The stars are seen as already burnt out, yet the people still lit them up every night during the glamorous time.
Overall, this song praises the simplicity and carelessness of a fictional and ancient culture. They faced their troubles with uncomplicated ease, and this allowed for a peaceful and happy society. This song serves as a reminder of the importance of taking time to enjoy the simple things in life.
Line by Line Meaning
There they lived fortunate and alone.
They inhabited a place which granted them good fortune and they lived in solitude.
Beyond the stonewalls of merciless time.
They lived in a place away from the cruelty of time and its ravages.
They drank the water from the fount of wisdom.
They quenched their thirst for knowledge from a wellspring of wisdom.
And felt the whiff of the ancient spirits.
They sensed the presence of ancient spirits and their wisps.
The wind was rustling among the time-honoured oaks.
The wind rustled through the aged oak trees.
Whispering the sacrosanct song of their lives.
It whispered a divine song of their existence.
Prophecy of a distant future so unimaginable.
Foretelling a future far beyond comprehension.
Hovered over their breezy head, their breezy head.
It floated above their peaceful minds.
Under the triumphs of endless night.
Beneath the supremacy of perpetual night.
That gave them sensation of beautiful fear.
It made them feel a sense of awe-inspiring fear.
A fear that never passed away.
A fear that remained endlessly.
Ancient Slavic rite to the glory of Perun.
A ritual performed in honor of the Slavic deity, Perun.
And on every night during the glamorous time.
Each night during the grand time of the year.
They lit the stars that have already burnt out.
They illuminated the stars that had already died.
Lanterns of ages lost in the darkness.
Lighting devices from past eras, lost in the dark.
Mirrors of time broken to pieces.
Dismantled reflections of time.
Contributed by Abigail F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.