The ritual of odious worship takes place once again.
Dwelled upon are the times of indulgence and flesh.
Coccooned I am, in a world where logic has no weight.
Too many days spent silently awake.
My souls incarcerated in a flame worn cage.
Your flesh is succulent, while mine decays.
My sense of righteousness defiled by my destructiveness.
Forever the odds are against my escape.
Ropes tighten around my limbs.
Air is beckoned from my lungs.
This is my adversity, my affliction,
my comprehension of life's decisions.
I'll soldier on, into the wilderness,
forever haunted by my sickening tenderness.
supported by 18 fans who also own “Silently Awake”
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 “Silently Awake”
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