I shall die, no longer I will sing the song of life
A storm will rise from the sea
Emperor of winds, bring the gruesome cold winter
May an alliance be carved in fire and coal
I bid farewell for you all, my brothers
The human body is no longer worthy of my spirit
Satan is God, and as servant I perish in void
Hungry for revenge, the end of this world has to be gruesome
I tear the womb of Earth
Chaos rains over humanity
Invoking the black void
Life no longer exists
The seed of all Evil
The flesh of my flesh
The storm to perish
The torment to which we hold on
I shall die, no longer I will sing the song of life
A storm will rise from the sea
Emperor of winds, bring the gruesome cold winter
May an alliance be carved in fire and coal
Night of flaming hatred
The seed of all Evil
The flesh of my flesh
The storm to perish
The torment to which we hold on
supported by 14 fans who also own “Night of Flaming Hatred”
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 “Night of Flaming Hatred”
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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