Vomit the earth and spit out the ashes of your mothers and fathers
For still you reap what vanity they sowed
Harvest again, it shatters your spine!
Fruits of abundance seal your lips
In the lake you can see the stars
But in the sky they're none
Will your eyes look back upon that burning city?
And your flesh contort into a pillar of salt?
For the lust of the flesh and the pride of life come not from the Lord's hands
They come from the world like serpents slithering from a shrinking hole
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