Gangrenous fissure, a disgruntled farewell to the tissue
A maudlin war cry aimlessly echoes, lovelorn to comrades departed
My curse muffled in disdain; my birthright blessing be pain
I turn my back to these hills of sorrow and all comes clear in virulent rain
Stifled tears in the stench, tread crushing the trench
Curdling blood in my heart quells for nothing but death
Shellshock brings on the wake, the nausea, the shakes
My body becomes a cocoon and my soul is lost in the frame
Where have the bodies gone?
A formless mass of martyred flesh
A vampiric holy war; fangs barbed in razor mesh
All becomes clear in virulent rain
My funeral portrait in a puddle; cracked portal of mythical murder
Cataclysm clutching the border
Sacred sigils chip and splinter
They are coming for the crones, agents draped in impious shrouds
The knell tolling in our homes and the kiss to unholy grounds
Sell your blood to the rancid soil
Mother pregnant with mutant cub, bosom befouled by royals
Vermin fucking in the mud
Egregious markings in our bloodline, now spilling disfigured aftermath
The ink is dry, now spills mankind in a whisper of petrichor and ash
supported by 9 fans who also own “To Sorrow Rides The Burning Wind”
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 “To Sorrow Rides The Burning Wind”
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