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### Rebaelliun: Bvrn the promised land

#### 20/04/09 || Daemonomania

The bearded prophet had been leading his people across the burning desert for many months. Miracles came unto them as they traveled the arid wastes – water from rock, a quail easily caught in a place where none were known to dwell – but still many of the prophet’s followers had perished in the sands. Only a chosen few stayed at his heels as he stumbled through the heat, convinced that over every next dune the Promised Land would lie.

At last, as even the most devout began to grumble under their breath that they had followed a madman to certain death, the prophet uttered a “huzzah”! The faithful were quick behind him. He had found a stream rising from the dry earth, and it led behind a wall of sand which had obscured their view. His beard whipping in the wind, he told his people, “Lo, the Lord has seen fit to give us what we sought. Our trust in Him is rewarded! Behind this dune stretcheth paradise!”

But once the wise old man scrambled up the shifting mountain of earth, and looked out upon the sight before him, his face fell. He turned to his flock, still weakly climbing the dune. “Brothers, sisters, the news I have is most terrible,” he cried. “Our Promised Land has been… BVRNT!”

Verily, before them lay a bleak scene of complete destruction. The faithful wept bitter tears as they saw what was once a green, flowering land laid bare and blackened by forces mighty and hellish. But who could have wrought such iniquity? Telltale signs were many. Firstly, a large shape had been carved into the earth. The only verdant grass left formed a square, within which was yellow sand and the blue orb of un-poisoned water. The learned prophet knew it to be the flag of a far-off country travelers spoke of called Brazil – a land of ferocious ape men and godless deeds. He had heard of similar ruin from a band of marauders known as Krisiun. The accounts of Krisiun’s works of carnage closely resembled the damage done here.

In the solid rock which would have formed a cooling range of mountains, were it not blasted to bits, were many indentations. On closer look the prophet knew these to be the relentless hits from twin pedals attached to a vast instrument of percussion. Much blasting had indeed taken place, along with creative patterns performed with twin sticks into the solid rock. This drummer was clearly the leader of a pack of demons bent on Armageddon.

In the vast plain, which would have been an oasis of rolling hills covered with trees and caressed by gentle breezes, nothing was left but flat burnt earth. It seemed as though twin waves of fire had caressed it. The prophet guessed that twin stringed instruments had ceaselessly ripped out barrages of notes straight from the depths. When their slightly muted, brutal, but quite catchy work was done nothing living remained in their path.

Last but not least, all the faithful could see that symbols two men tall had been etched into their decimated homeland. The prophet, who was knowledgeable in many languages, made out these words amongst the many:

Christian’s slaughter starts
Let all the men die
To rape their women and hear them cry
We drink their blood like wine
To show the eternal truth
We fight like demons and they will die!

It was blasphemy spit forth from a monstrous throat again in the realm of Krisiun – a forceful but not entirely unique growl which followed the stringed instruments well. From deep tracks in the ground it appeared the blasphemer had also held a stringed instrument of his own which produced lower tones, but due to the thin air this one tool of the Devil was thankfully not as often heard.

The prophet took in all this, and turned at last to his people. “It seems the new god we worshipped has now forsaken us. Despite the v I so mysteriously uttered before where a u should be in the word “burnt,” it is not blackness that awaits us but certain death in the desert. I am sorrowful to have led you to such a fate. Curse thee, thy dark beings of Rebaelliun!”

8 promised lands fried fucken crispy out of 10.

- Information
- Released: 1999
- Label: Hammerheart
- Website: Rebaelliun MySpace
- Band
- Marcello Marzari: vocals, bass
- Fabio Penna Corrêa: guitars
- Ronaldo Lima: guitars
- Sandro Moreira: drums

- Tracklist
- 01. At War
- 02. …And The Immortals Shall Rise
- 03. Killing For The Domain
- 04. Spawning The Rebellion
- 05. Flagellation Of Christ [The Revenge Of King Beelzebuth]
- 06. Hell’s Decree
- 07. The Legacy Of Eternal Wrath
- 08. Burn The Promised Land
- 09. Triumph Of The Unholy Ones

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