A hymn of woe
For imbalance and sin
For the wicked hearts of men, shallow and unrepentant
Our Mother's veins are filled with rust
For God so loved this damned world
Descend into the void and you will find the answers
Along with other questions; the weight of the cross
Hatred is stirred, you curse at the sky
Clenching your fists while descending
Now you see, behind her veil
The rotted skull and the empty eyes
Now you feel, the cold embrace of eternal truth, resembling death
You weep for me and you search for me
But seek me not, for I'll come to you
In perfect peace, when fear is gone and lust has fled
Only then we'll meet
A hymn of woe
For the Day of Judgement
For the wicked hearts of men, born in damnation
See Your furnace overflows
And see the crowds upon the widened road
They shall never know good things again, oblivion
They shall never see the light of day
I don't really like black metal much. But... this is pitched far enough from the archetypes of the genre that I can actually enjoy it as the beautiful piece of progressive metal that it is. Lethologica82
I'm not sure bands like Death, Morbid Angel, Mayhem (OLD) or Darkthrone ever quite imagined something like this... Extreme metal has come a very long way, and albums such as this one are not only amazing in and of themselves, but likely also hint at a very strange future for metal indeed... dyingstarsinmyeyes
An infatuating illustration of technical composition that has me returning on a more than regular basis. Hard to believe such an incredible amount of audible bereavement could be conjured and expelled instrumentally by a single human being.
Clutching, demanding, enthralling repertoire of hymnal dissonance; Armory of decadent upheaval with a dismayingly lethal vorpal caliber. Grievous will grip you by the throat and forcibly learn you something you have only little knowledge of. You will listen. Inveterate༒Mendaciousness