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
Helliotica
Thalarion Lyrics
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That death had washed from earthly toil
Drawn down by tides of hell, we boil
Like toads within a torrid slime.
Our sins were great - a deadly charge
And yet less heavy than our fate
We pour through hell's alembic large
Each soul transformed to vital hate
The good that in our hearts remained
By sin untainted, now is one
With vileness cankeringly ingrained
By earth and hell we stand undone.
For that which earth unfinished left
The consummation of the pit
From out the insuperable cleft
To where its lords presiding sit.
And watch with contestless sight
We burn, by double test refined
To clearest evil - purged quite
Of good or mercy from the mind.
Our souls are linked to vast despair
As to some nadir-founded rock
Where never hope descends to mock
Beyond the dip of terrene air.
We heighten to a hate that beats
In rage all impotently strong
Against the worlds that league with wrong
Whose pain each other's pain completes.
Would our gate were hands to draw
The lords of earth and hell beneath!
Would our hate were venomed teeth
To rend them through their mail of law!
Would that we might cleave with hate
The roof and base, and walls of hell
Wrench at its pillars till they fell
With ruin indiscriminate!
Immovable it stands, with springs
Of fire to tear its inward glooms
Where from, ascending high, our fumes
Are breath of incense to its kings.
The lyrics to Thalarion's song Helliotica offer a vivid depiction of the damned in hell. The first verse describes the agony and suffering of those who have been washed from earthly toil and drawn down by the tides of hell. Their sins were great, but their fate is even worse. They are transformed into vital hate and stand undone by the combination of the vileness they have ingrained within themselves and the punishment they receive in hell.
The second verse talks about the nadir-founded rock to which their souls are linked. It describes their heightened hate that beats in a rage that is all impotently strong against the worlds that league with wrong. They wish their gates were hands to draw the lords of earth and hell beneath, and that their hate were venomed teeth to rend them through their mail of law. They also wish they had the power to cleave the roof, base, and walls of hell, wrench at its pillars until they fell with ruin indiscriminate. However, despite their hatred, they are unable to move the immovable standing hell with springs of fire that tear their inward glooms.
Line by Line Meaning
We are the damned - the strain and moil
We are the forsaken ones, the ones who suffered and toiled their whole lives.
That death had washed from earthly toil
Whom death had taken away from the labor of the world
Drawn down by tides of hell, we boil
Pulled down by hell's powerful currents, we burn with rage
Like toads within a torrid slime.
We feel like toads stuck in a repulsive and overheated mud
Our sins were great - a deadly charge
Our faults were harmful, a fatal accusation
And yet less heavy than our fate
And still less onerous than the destiny we are doomed to suffer
We pour through hell's alembic large
We surge through hell's vast distilling apparatus
Each soul transformed to vital hate
Each spirit changed into an essential feeling of hatred
The good that in our hearts remained
The good even our wretched souls kept
By sin untainted, now is one
Is tainted by evil and now has merged with it
With vileness cankeringly ingrained
The corruptness has been profoundly embedded and is continuously spreading inside
By earth and hell we stand undone.
Earthly life and Hell itself have doomed us to perish
For that which earth unfinished left
For what was left unfinished by the world
The consummation of the pit
The devil's abode's completion
From out the insuperable cleft
From the impassable abyss
To where its lords presiding sit.
To where its supreme rulers hold court
And watch with contestless sight
Watch us without obstruction or resistance
We burn, by double test refined
We are refined twice, besieged by agony
To clearest evil - purged quite
To the most translucent evil - fully exempted
Of good or mercy from the mind.
Devoid of any ideas of benevolence or compassion
Our souls are linked to vast despair
Our souls are tied to immense hopelessness
As to some nadir-founded rock
Like the rock-based structure of a lowest point
Where never hope descends to mock
Where hope never arrives to taunt
Beyond the dip of terrene air.
Far beyond the rise and fall of earthly atmosphere
We heighten to a hate that beats
We develop an augmented feeling of hate that grows stronger
In rage all impotently strong
An immensely dominant anger, but impotent and powerless
Against the worlds that league with wrong
Against all the civilizations associated with wrongdoing
Whose pain each other's pain completes.
Whose anguish and torment reinforces the other's
Would our gate were hands to draw
If only our doors were arms able to pull
The lords of earth and hell beneath!
To drag the rulers of the earth and Hell under our feet
Would our hate were venomed teeth
If only our hate were poisonous fangs
To rend them through their mail of law!
To tear them apart, regardless of their protective armor
Would that we might cleave with hate
If only we were able to split with hate
The roof and base, and walls of hell
The ceiling and floor, and walls of Hell itself
Wrench at its pillars till they fell
Pull at its supports until they collapse
With ruin indiscriminate!
Creating indiscriminate destruction
Immovable it stands, with springs
It stands firmly unresponsive, with sources
Of fire to tear its inward glooms
A flame to rip and destroy its internal darkness
Where from, ascending high, our fumes
Where, from ascending upwards, our smoke
Are breath of incense to its kings.
Are the breath of the finest perfume, pleasing to its sovereigns
Contributed by Hailey P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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