The warlocks in our skies gave birth to our winter for warpaths
They then forged the twisted dirk to flay the leprous offspring
The villages we’ve despaired in passing now be ashes in our eyes
Undisturbed by bitter tears
As I mourn strange, charred cadavers
Behold this omen of God’s will
Does this mercy equate justice, truly?
Like an apparition whisking through the ivy netherworld gate
Pests find desperate pleasure in the mold of mother’s body
For a moment, she returns to me as a disconnected twitch
For this moment, I believe we’ll embrace and I’ll return as her boy
But before her now is a specter
These eyes abyssal, this soul destroyed
Behold this omen of God’s will
Does this mercy equate justice, truly?
Like a holy scripture dropping from the skeletal fingers of fate
Crossing the Styx in this crater caked in the gore of Crusade
Flame raking through children like leaves rotting in cold twilight
The killers that sleep in these ruins will become like crooked shadows
Swallowed by this relentless dark age to become one mangled mask of man
In this great Monolith of time
Scraping these clouds hanging tired
Drinking their sunlight and stealing their clairvoyance
Crossing the Styx in this crater caked in the gore of Crusade
The sky, a sea of noxious grey smoke
Beneath it, a vast and hopeless grave
supported by 9 fans who also own “Stolen Clairvoyance”
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 “Stolen Clairvoyance”
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