The spirit which defines our strength,
flooded with addicts, and soulless husks.
Flooding.
Sapping.
Chasing.
Forming.
Shamefully we drag our feet, through concrete wastes.
The only reminder of a better life is the memory...
Insignificant to me.
Sapping the life from an impossible goal.
Chasing lies,
Forming lifes trials.
Wasted decay, staggers behind.
Unnoticed they fade, into our earth.
Her benign nature, too beautiful to spit your corpse back into the faces of the ones who created you in the first place.
supported by 18 fans who also own “Concrete Wastes”
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
supported by 18 fans who also own “Concrete Wastes”
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