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01. Enenene Mashkim Hul

02. Namtar Du Kiagga Dingir Enlilla

03. Ushu Ush Imi Hul Gimma

04. Sebet Bi Kurta Bautu Udda

05. Sebet Na Sebet Na

06. Ududu Dingir Hul

07. Namtar Hul

08. Hul

01. Sugens Chaos

02. Sequens Mortem

03. Portae Ad Aeternitatem

04. Tenebrarum Idea

05. Sathanes. In Insaniae Mala

06. Maguum Mortis Semita

07. Apud Nigeri Templi Limen

08. Templo Nigerum Maguum

Harridan - Hul

Harridan - Magus Mortis

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about this album:

Album recorded in Silence Grave Studio 2025/2026 during New Moons seasons.

Mix & master by Shamad.

Originally created in 2000-2002.

All instruments and vocals by Shamad.

Logo & cover by Shamad.

Harridan - HUL is the album dedicated to the Evil Spirits (Utukku Limnu/Utug Hul) of ancient Babylonia.

Lyrics used on this album are in akkadian language from the real incantations. HUL means "Evil". Fucking idiot a. crowley wrote that akkadian word like "xul".

Immortal Evil Force living all around the time between humans. All real Evil is THEM! There is no protection against Them.

This is not satan or lucifer or any satanic force. They do not follow weak idiots from the pandemonium or shemhamephorash nor qabalah.

They have no master, no god or any force before Them. Evil Spirits destroying gods ways, lucifer or satan, budda, allah and other shit gods, don't matter.

Represent the 28 degrees in Heaven raising under the Aries zodiac sign (THEY ARE NOT ARIES CONSTELLATION).

Spirits who kill the lamb, ram, aries, leaders of the light or journey of the sun where begin. etc

Also know as Great Beast of the Ocean. That is not fiery energy, but essence of water, air and earth. Very nasty Spirits.

They exist since beginning of time, during the creation of everything. The Great Gods rented those Spirits to do "the work" against humans and others spiritual beings.

The devil have no access to those Spirits.

Under my spiritual work with Utukku Limnu the telepathic and astral message was very clear directed to the satan church itself: "WE GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT"!

So this album is fully represented with honor and dignity and pride to the Utukku Limnuti. Finalized by ritual.

about this album:

Shamad: all music, lyrics

cover, layout, logo, mix, master, production

Originally created 1998/99 (February-December)

Recorded at Silence Grave Studio 2021 in moonless night time - Cthulhu season.

Album is dedicated to Cthulhu the Ancient One Spirit

Listen and obey, born from the mothers wombs:

Stretch down before your Master, who is faceless and looks like a mist, otherwise you are stinking carrion. Revere the creatures of the angles and crossroads, let the warm blood of your children feed Us, and let Our progeny will be fed on it and grown for the sake or release of Those Who Sleep in the pitch pits. Bow your heads before Those, who speak the languages of the Dark world, for the world of the light is cursed and enslaved by Us forever.

Give your praise and tribute to Those, to the Lords, Who Dwells Among The Graves and Comes Inside The Walls and bow before His Reflections: Before Those, Who are Formless Mirat-Fortin Pantheon. Beware the Monsters of the Border! We have no rules and there is no symbol, no seal and no word to stop Us. Only Highter Creatures cross the Border and rejoice accordingly to the law of Kerosh.

Worship to Mirat-Fortin Gods desecrates a man, who is a filth enough. Those who are like Us will be blessed and successful. And the clay/earthen vessel thet is a human soul will fall to pieces, and will be nothing after it, just abomination and impurity, and it will be revived in dirt, till it will die again. The path leads to the Rapture/Gap and Immortality. The One who comes this way will be united with the Masters of Mirat-Fortin. Stay, captured by Horror, before the stones of the border. And let the eyes of someone who breaks the rules and dares to enter will burst and his entrails will fall down.

I'm talking to you carcases! It died the moment the shell was born. Dying with every exhalation. You who wear the crowns of this world on your heads and you who can barely read and have no use for any of the words you read. Creeping feces, die! Immersed in love, but drowned by the effort of nurturing its fruits, you have forgotten yourself. Death stares straight into your eyes. Death looks out of your eyes. Death! Death! Death!