Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism is their first full-length. It was released on July 1, 1992 through Osmose Productions.
It is the only album to feature Armagedda on drums.
All lyrics are written by Demonaz Doom Occulta; all music is composed by Abbath Doom Occulta and Demonaz Doom Occulta.
The album was issued as a standard CD, a limited edition LP, a limited edition picture disc and a limited edition cassette tape. The picture disc was later reissued by Osmose Productions in 1998 and the regular LP was reissued in 2005.
-Tracklist:
1. Intro 01:35 instrumental
2. The Call of the Wintermoon 05:40
3. Unholy Forces of Evil 04:28
4. Cryptic Winterstorms 06:08
5. Cold Winds of Funeral Dust 03:47
6. Blacker than Darkness 04:17
7. A Perfect Vision of the Rising Northland 09:04
34:59
-Line up:
• Demonaz Doom Occulta : Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 1-3, 5-6), Lyrics
• Abbath Doom Occulta : Vocals, Bass, Songwriting
• Armagedda : Drums, Percussion.
Label: Osmose Productions.
This is the first pressing of this album on CD. The disc itself contains
"Made in Germany" and "GEMA" markings which are not present on any
other pressings.
Recorded in Grieghallen Studios, April 1992.
Cover & artwork by norwegian tattoo and visual artist Jannicke Wiese-Hansen.
Back cover by Stein Kare.
Engineer & producer: Eirik Hundvin.
A video was also made for "The Call of the Wintermoon".
Trivia: on the back side of the CD/Tape-version, the track "Cold Winds
of Funeral Dust" is misspelled as "Cold Winds of Feneral Dust". The
intro is also not mentioned on cover.
Warning - Osmose CD presses from February 2001 up to around 2005 may
contain a copy-protection method which renders the CD completely
unreadable in PCs and certain modern Hi-Fi systems. This isn't indicated
anywhere on the packaging.
''Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark
My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights
In deaths cold crypts of snow
The moon chaimed my return
With the blackstorms I came
And not with the wings.
The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night.
I can't resist the taste from the winds of the moon
I split my tongue for the taste of these winds
And bath my eyes in it's grace
Frost and winters returns to my eyes
The call of the wintermoon.
Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance
In the gray mist of deaths horizon
My winterwings of evil sleeps
In deaths cold crypts of snow
Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark.
Into eternal nights.
Hearing the call of the wintermoon.''