There is no remorse, for the coward fallen.
I tumbled down, blind to warmth. subject of regretful days.
Hopelessness is not, and never shall be.
but the malice takes me down.
We are fed and watered, till' we are bursting.
We have descended, the ladder rungs rot.
Heavy, worn, and grey.
I sate my desire, before I remember your name.
My hunger is a gaping vortex, which grows at the center of my greed.
We are fed and watered, till' we are bursting.
We have descended, the ladder rungs rot.
Heavy, worn, and grey.
I can't recognize love.
My senses are spoiled with a superficial disease.
never been a big death metal fan but this is actually super accessible for the genre, has fun concepts, and personally i'm always a fan of albums with short tracklists and huge runtimes (for individual songs) Great time, good jumping on point for newbies too. alienasu
La traversée du désert n'aura pas duré quarante jours mais quatre longues années...
Avec Панихида, Батюшка renaît enfin de ses cendres et, bien que désormais seul (ou plus exactement entouré de deux chanteurs), Христофор accomplit un miracle. Il s'inscrit dans la continuité de Литоургиiа avec un black metal orthodoxe qui nous convie ici à une cérémonie dédiée aux morts. Sa vision est englobante : les mélodies, la gravité et le silence font toucher le paradis ; l'agressivité est luciférienne. Jordan Vauvert