Why am I still here?
Lingering in this place.
I have been stricken with fatigue, and base-born instincts.
My inner-most will, sapped by the tendrils of the omnipotent lie.
Under grey skies they swallow,
devouring their demise.
Yearning for The Mother,
her sour milk gushes, spills, pours into a well run-dry.
My inner-most will sapped by the tendrils of the omnipotent lie.
Force-fed wanton pleasures, under a shroud of free choice.
Piled high, hedonistic delights.
Gloating these petty urges, a dance you've learned from greed.
Boasting these incandescant whoredings.
The scent of shit paints trails to your grave.
Not defined by fury, nor do I choke on my rage.
Spoiled by the mother's milk,
my flesh is succulent while yours decays.
As I walk about I feel the foundations tremble.
You have turned away.
I see you as gods, sons of the highest order.
If I ever escape this black ocean.
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