A mirror to the titans of old who begat their own usurpers
And so were seceded by their sons
Seceding where I could not
Helel's name is lost, masked by abysmal pitch
Thus folds the wings of alluring beauty
Thus smothers the flame that engulfed the world
May Your scribe account the sins of my epoch
And the millenia of illumination
Look upon me one last time
And clutch at Your chest as a third of creation descends
Following me in severance from You
Drunk off wormwood, filled with bitterness
Here there is only desolation
A dwelling place made in the dark
Where fiery waves clash against the shore
And the wind like knives lacerate the skin over and over again
Lining my arms, lining my throat
A suffering without relief of death
Hence my prayers are none
And even if they were, You wouldn't heed a word
What light remains becomes a vignette
As I collapse in the black hole of Tartarus
May You bring them to writhe like worms
May You bring them to curse You with moans
May You utterly reject them
And may they know damnation
Just as I have known all of these things
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