The mirrors stand once again on the hills
The boards of clay still hide in the sand
Summed up in what is now a mental desert
The cradle of human creation
Now burned, now buried
The source spits you out on the floor
Cold, Sterile, Mournful
Impenetrable, weak and weary
Where there is no pleasure, nor joy
Whatever you ask shalt be true
But who dictates what you ask here?
Microcosmic links to all
Where bloodline is only illusion
The aim of the Sage
Is telling you that nothing ever was true
Picatrix - Picatrix
Liberties of the flesh are the only channel
For they mark the connection
To the minds, who cares to rotate
Sinister strikes with your dagger of glass
Cuts through the throats of the mute
The inverted riff of "Silhouettes of Death's Grace" could go on for eternity. But when "Mourning Beloveth" hits, it makes you go straight back through their catalog. The clean vocals make everything go away. The new album cannot come fast enough... bcb723
I’m glad I got that code for this from KillingForCompany. I like what I hear from this band. Will definitely get more albums from this band. Ryan "Demon Master Reviews" Arnold
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024
Full on assault on the subject. I love everything about this album. The use of the Russian propaganda message of the Eastern front in Stalingrad, Massengrab, together with the sound of roaring Stuka's and thunderous bombs portrays the chaos of warfare better than any other black metal band I have heard so far.
Very much a recommended album. Argeodeema