Birthed into a barbed horizon
Pandemonium shredding the sunlight
All was drifting smoke and surging shadow beyond the onslaught impure
Bodies reduced to pools of wax
Muddled and broken cocoon
Endless fields of rotting Earth garnished with gristle and bone
Pestilence on the prairie
The roots of the rogue adversary
Tangling in terror is the coffin; pallbearer of the mystic planet
Gnarled hands of the abyss clutching the sickly humanity
Screaming retardation bathed in light; the essence malnourished but so pure
The thunder of carnage cracks
Chiseling a prophecy of oneiric wrath
The citadel will collapse, and we will fuck in the ruin
And what of the haggard God?
Beyond the mustard vortex of death, squabbling and sobbing in cavern corners
The horror of losing control
And now, trembling in that corner
My god is crying in eternal shadow
Naked, bloody and torn; an echo forlorn
Forever reverberating and forever lost
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I crave this kind of deeply fucked up black metal. So impenetrable and alien, you can't help but wonder about the mind that conceived it. Mad chanting and wailing against a backdrop of twisting riffs brought here from some Other Place. Dreadful and beautiful.
Keep an eye on Sunset. The recent split with Trhä is just as intense. Vintage Devilry
supported by 9 fans who also own “A Lone Titan Crying In The Dark”
Pure magic. That band everytime stands out of thousands of mediocre releases in the BM underground. Everything is unique. The music, the production, the image, language, the quality of the vinyl is perfect. oli83