Dragonlord

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Dragonlord is an American symphonic black metal band that was formed in 2001 as a side project by Eric Peterson & Steve DiGiorgio of Testament, and Steve Smyth of Nevermore. The band is a result of Eric Peterson's interest in darker music, and not being able to do that with Testament he formed Dragonlord. The band combines elements of black metal (screeching vocals, keyboards) with some thrash guitar influences. Lyrical themes vary, either about the rage of a dragon (hence the name), death, war, lost love, Satanic or otherwise anti-religious themes (common in black metal), or combinations.

DiGiorgio later left the group and was replaced by former Testament bassist Derrick Ramirez. Former Psypheria member Lyle Livingston plays keyboards for the band, and Jon Allen is their drummer.[1]

They have released two CDs, Rapture in 2001 and Black Wings of Destiny in 2005.

Eric Peterson, recently announced that DragonLord will be recording a new album as soon as he returns from the UK Download Festival with Testament in August.

In 2009, Eric Peterson released the following statement via Kerrang magazine:
“ After months of hard work in the studio, the new albums' finally shaping up. I've been working real hard alongside Sean Malone who has recorded a lot of the album with me and we both believe it has strong potential. Unfortunately, because of my hectic schedule, I've not been able to make my finishing touches to the album. And because of my commitments to Testament, I'm not gonna have time to finish it any time soon. Therefore, there's not gonna be any new material hitting the streets this year or early next [year]. But we're hoping to be able to resume work in mid-2010 in preparation for an early 2011 release. - Eric Peterson ”

[2]

In 2010, Eric Peterson issued another statement via Terrorizer magazine:
“ Our record label has recently expressed doubt…...

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