Sinking in the deep sea
I embrace the cold dark
In the infinite universe I center
Into a darkness of nameless thoughts
Carving the highest moutains
I become the rock, the frost
The caves are my entrails
The thunder lights my torch…again
I will forever be the throne
In this occult path
I hear you but it is in the darkness that I listen
Only beyond that you may find me
In black I dress without mourning for thee
In an old path I hear the scythe roar
Like claustrophobic sharp winds
The hooves of the goat, eternal midnight
Death is my kingdom of no light where I shine
Carving the highest moutains
I become the rock, the frost
The caves are my entrails
The thunder lights my torch
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024
supported by 12 fans who also own “Carving a Light in Me”
Listening to this on shrooms was haunting, which made it into a serious trip! Which was a mistake I was not prepared for. I do have something to say about it though on why I think it such. I have personally experienced several tipi ceremonies. One would stay up through the night, consuming peyote, doing in some sense a molting process and does so by connecting you to the spirit world.
This album does this, but different - I say it transcends that experience, and does it well... On shrooms.
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