Oh, how the hatred shakes the bones
Nostrils flare as tears are falling
Crucified, You're left weeping
A fate of damnation, bearing splintered cross
He - a lion - will seek, kill, destroy
Morning star, you'll bow to Me
God's creation adores what I AM as My Hands stretch out to slaughter them
Father forgive me for all I've done and all I do
Withhold Thy hatred from me by the pardon of Your Son's blood
A mass of rot inside out, death piled upon death
A crown of thorns woven from sin adoring the brow of Yeshua
Every praise a lamentation
And every bow a breaking of knees
Even the dead find no rest
They gnash their teeth and curse their mother's womb
Seven thrones and seven crowns rusting in heaven's tears
The winepress spews a sea of blood to drown the nations over iniquity
Yet once again, they do not repent
The light seduces and she does lie
And when the sword is to their throat, they will cry,
"Lord, my Lord, please save me!"
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