Within this carnal ring of perdition; defacement and destiny
Flayed as flesh from the bone of fate, the dwindling dance of flame
This inferno within forever conflagrates
For the faces now ash in my dreams are servants to the hungry hellfire
There is no victory corroding with me in this tomb
There is no tale to twist, nor blossom to bloom
Sweetly she sings to me her macabre dirge of despair
The vixen of sweet cessation
I recollect the dust of my heart
Each face, a begotten fragment of the light I held dear in the coil
Each kiss, bitter with baneful bile
Each word spoken, lathered in oil
Each dagger that sings serenity rusts in the blood of silence
The stench of despair thick in the air; arid kingdom of pestilence
Hold back the waves that crash on the shoreline
Take to the oaks, observant and wise
Hold back the banner that falls on the frontline
And behold the pyre alit in my eyes
supported by 9 fans who also own “Ring Of Perdition”
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 “Ring Of Perdition”
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