Estatic Fear: Somnium Obmutum [1996]

Released 1996
Genre Gothic metal
Doom metal
Symphonic metal
Gothic black metal
Classical music
Length 56:44
Label CCP Records

Somnium Obmutum is the first album from the Austrian metal band Estatic Fear.

This album starts off with a beautiful acoustic intro and leads into the title song, Somnium Obmutum. Spanning just over a half an hour in legnth, there is not one dull moment. Not one dull moment to this entire album actually. There is a fantastic mixture of folk and classical music with doom metal. This is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful albums I’ve ver had the honor to hear.

There is much variety to find in this album… with acoustic guitars, flutes, and keyboards that create such an enchanting atmosphere. There are many great and beautiful guitar riffs to find as well. That atmosphere never lets up either. It continues all the way until the end and after the album is over, you are left simply in awe of what you’ve just heard.

I find there to be even a bit of black metal elements in this album as well, although they may be few. There are also some female vocals thrown in the mix as well but, they are few as well which is a good thing since they use them wisely and don’t go completely overboard with them as some bands tend to do. Actually, Estatic Fear have used everything wisely and created such a great listening experience that I often love to venture through as often as I can.

I have not one complaint about this album. Estatic Fear have created a masterpiece and this is one of the most beautiful albums I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. It’s unfortunate that this band seems to have just dissapeared as I’m sure they have the ability to carry on creating amazing pieces of music such as this.

This album is, simply put… a masterpiece.

Track listing

  1. “Des Nachtens Suss’ Gedone (Instrumental With Lute)” – 1:45
  2. “Somnium Obmutum” – 32:13
  3. “As Autumn Calls” – 4:14
  4. “Ode to Solitude” – 18:32


1. Des Nachtens Suss Gedone

[instrumental with lute]

2. Somnium Obmutum

Aumquam orem dulcem obliviscor de ea somniare non cassavi.
Sed quod pulchrior et desiderandios illa somnia sunt ea major tristia mea cum expergiscor.
Tamen desiderio noctes illam dulces sed dolorosas, ut regno somnii amorem meum osculis teneris tegere et suun capillium aureum permulcere.
Conamen meae mentis spem tepirire interiret per scientia oprimeta.
Devoratus per somnium obmutitum, lugen plenus desiderio.

As the lorn nightingales’ melodious pain, dies away through the dusk-impregnated air a sweet, forgiving silence, delivers me from daily despair.

Dreams of sweetest emotion touch my heart and smother my daily surpresses cries, while a vision of beauty, pure and dear inspires me with a glimpse of paradise.

Wandering like a vagabund, expelled from the joys of men. Barred from the pleasure of company I solitary roam the night.

How should I ever summon my courage, when the bitter gale of failure dominates my heart. How should I ever enjoy the glare of the morning, when with the fading of the shadows shelter departs.

As the moon kisses the sea and casts it’s glitter on the water and majestically silence engulfes the lands, a dream woven of bitterness, joy and desire stealthfully embraces my solitary heart.

Horis lucis simplex
crescere, et somniator.
Repudiatur nam sensus
ab simplice redeor.

Through scies of charming beauty, up to the stars devine, my mind lifts up enchanted, casts of all earthly chains. Subdued by nights sensation, engulfed by sweet temptation I kiss the seals of slumber and let my spirit dream.

Doubtful thoughts pull back my heart. The flame of delight chases to burn.

For every smile shall wither, the hopeful laughter fade, the cup of joys illusions bashed from the craving lips. And as all hopes are shattered, the last of passions scattered, the gale of bitter failure is all that shall remain.

Cursed by my creator and the spark of existence, so unvoluntary bestowed. Come forth spirits of my solitary past, emotions of havok and destruction be unleashed.

I wonder if I ever could regain the virtues I have cast off long ago.

I wonder if my eyes will ever catch a token of the sympathy I still crave.

And all emotion of my former days dilute. For I shall learn how to live with the truth. Soon I shall strip off the boundaries of hope.

For a caring soul.

Der fluchtig Vergnugungen mude, der Tag voller qualvollem frust.

Wann mag der einst wohlvertraut friede, endlich wieder erfullen die Brust. Und als der guldnen Sterne Glanz verging und des
Morgens Rot am Himmel hing da ward des Nachtens Freud und Bluck zerstoben ein neuer jamervoller Tag erhoben.

Wohin verflogen der Stunden Zeit wohin des Nachts verhullnd Barmherzigkeit.

So flieht mein Sinn dem Bimmel bleich in Trubsinn schwer an Kummer reich.

3. As Autumn Calls


4. Ode To Solitude

Wandering restless through the hillside on a cold December day, my solitary journey guided only by the pilgrims high in the sky.
Fog invades the lands blocking the last rays of the dying sun and a veil of mist and serenity gracefully covers the night.

The shadowy trees of the forest, once imbued with beauty and life now twisted and eternally frozen by a shroud of snow and ice.

As the glow of the dawning sun vanishes in the witherd sky my eyes wander up through the whispering winds and watch the glare of the stars dilute.

Exposed to the frost of the icy winds my bittered soul still rejoys.

As the howl of the wind enchants me more than the sweetest sounding human voice.

Freed from mens insanity I feel my grief stricken heart still burn bracing my soul through night’s loneliness I sence a glimpse of shelter return.

Burdend with the insight of my loneliness I continue my journey through this night.

Passed have the times when the glimmer of hope filled my heart with gentle delight.

All the years that the currents of fortune have planted the seeds of my grief my eyes have been fooled by the masks of joy, my desperate hopes deceived.

So let us now gather the harvest of the past solitary days.

And bath our peace craving eyes in sin’s magnificent grace.

The night shall pass and a cold morning breeze shall obscure the traces of my pittyful existence.
For not a stone shall mark the place where silence embraced me and guided my cheerful soul into the charm of everlasting solitude.

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