The first edition of the album is released as a strictly limited edition in coffee-table book format. A sumptuous illustrated picture book containing exquisite, explicit, highly erotic photos in a 280 x 280 mm format worthy of the art world. This opulently finished illustrated book is a work of art in its own right and has been meticulously planned right down to the last detail:
A battle is raging in the Colosseum of the global Industrial movement. A battle for ascendancy, for power, for dominance. Above the bloody events, eyes not wavering from the battlefield, the sovereign of Imperial Industrial, the leader of an empire, stands and beholds. He observes warriors vainly trying to live up to him, he grants them their weak attempt only to point his thumb down in the end nonetheless. 'Ad bestiam' with the rivals! One envier, one hater, one impersonator after the other is thrown to the wolves while Thomas Rainer
indulges the debaucheries of a decadent Roman emperor at the banquet of the victorious. And the empire trembles with veneration.
Countless opponents wanted to stop him, to enthrone him, and did everything to see him in the dirt. They ridiculed him for his vision, his boundless persuasion to build, strengthen and increase his claim to power. But that belongs to the past. Long since, they pave his way as defeated enemies, decorate the walls of his headquarter as trophies. He came, he saw, he conquered and now he leads his ultimate triumphal procession through the streets of the fallen cities. 'Veni Vidi Vici' is the name of the crusade with which Thomas Rainer is going to tear down walls, annihilate armies and bring entire empires to their knees. With him or against him this is the only option you have. Choose wisely whether you prefer to wade through an ocean of willing women and excessive sin or to be forgotten by history as a defeated enemy.Nachtmahr
have propagated their 'Kriegserklärung' (decleration of war) and deliver only one proof among many for the superiority of this club colossus with the song of the same name. And this is only the beginning: 'Tradition' with its infernal beat machinery is launched right next, 'Mütterchen Russland' is brimful of marching impact and Russian monumentalism, the slow, gripping 'Die letzten Dämme' or the all-encompassing weapon of Industrial mass destruction, 'Hoffnung' as a destructive finale turn out to be indestructible blasts of contemporary club culture. His Industrial infantry is running like a well-oiled machinery while the General of world demise assembles an intimidating arsenal of heavy weaponry under the proudly hoisted banner of Austrian Imperial Industrial that will tear every club to pieces and blow the rivals out of history like an annoying fly.
The world will burn. Inflamed by the remains of the vanquished foes, the reflection of this triumph of musical and bodily excesses mirrors a new Industrial world order, a final proof of Nachtmahr
's supremacy carved in stone. In this, it is irrelevant whether the commander of this superior beat brigade sends forth quivering Industrial paroles, thundering EBM storms, marching rhythms or Noise terror: The end will always be the same, Nachtmahr
will always remain standing. The opponents ears ring with it, the women whisper it adoringly: 'Veni Vidi Vici' - into all eternity.