Ghastly transformation ‘neath a sickly sliver of moon
The husk of man cast aside; bloodthirst is now my boon
The flesh submits to change, frenzied by the stillborn spoor
My neck distorts with varicose veins, then I am buried as another victim of war
Magnesium mist shrouds my tongue
Twisted iron of fallen royals
Fresh as the kiss of silver bullets; grotesque thimbles of deathly spoil
At last, I greet the end of time to nurse my wounds in the underworld
Among my blackest brethren
Meeting Gaia, merging as one
I once knew of love forlorn; a shadow cast long by the stars
And the apparition that haunts my dreams has gathered my fate in its jaws
Then I wake up, aghast!
This desperate world will kneel before me
For I have the sacred task of shifting in the shadows below me
I am a cairn, collecting such ash
The tombs of my pawns eclipse me
Under the hood, huffing the gas, making this summit something fitting
Skin of wolf, skin of man: the yarn of our uniform unravels
supported by 9 fans who also own “Varcolaci Curse”
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 “Varcolaci Curse”
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