An ashen mound of sins pouring from my mouth
Collapsing, I pray
"Spare Thy blaze, concealed by veil
And find me here, wailing beneath the angels, ornaments of stone
Clawing the dirt, writhing with laceration
Utter dejection, vile disdain
Condemn me to burn in Sheol forever and ever
Guilty, ashamed of all I am, worthless"
Every hope and thing of peace etched in tombs beneath brown moss
Wilting, rotting, preaching silence's sermons
Spirits crushed
Grief unrelenting
Wearisome
Who can fathom these depths?
None
Father above, One of many names
Hear Your children plea to be saved
And reach out with deliverance for every shallow and contrite heart
Pulling into the mire of the deep where footholds are none, where dreams go numb
Tongue cleaves to palate and throat is parched
Horizons become as blackened lines
Curling fingers to shun the light
With a loathsome kiss the umbras will declare an oath
"Tremble, you of little faith
For these are the plans we have for you:
Anathemas to harm, strongholds to ruin
Traverse the paths leading astray as dread overwhelms you
And throw away your every virtue and we will sanctify them into miseries
Remain in the shadow of many wings raising you to malice"
The sting of death, the power of sins
Forging a blade to separate from the love of God
Lowering heads and tragic ends where all fall short of the glory of Him
Afflicted and crushed
Perplexed and driven to despair
Persecuted and forsaken
Struck down, concluding anguish
Jubilance suffers this devotion of marring Thy temple
Forbidden repentance from all I commit, all I embrace:
The sackcloth for skin, the ashes for hair and the smile of gritting teeth
Yearning for miracles of grace
They never come, so hold and heal
As before, you never abandon
Ἡ εἰκών was an impressive debut, but way too short! Luckily, Ψευδομένη arrives to satisfy the urge for more of what made its precedessor hit hard and fast: some atmospheric moments (don't be deterred as this is still brutal, dissonant and disgusting to the core) and at the same time, J.L. is exploring longer tracks - e.g. my personal favourite - and implementing some cavernous lows. If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's most likely that this man refuses to stand still. What a pace! David Fischer
What a BEAST of an album. When it comes to blending black metal and mathcore, these guys and Hoplites are the clear leaders of the pack. This album is sheer annihilation of everything in it's path. Pure chaos and destruction. And it is beautiful. Ryan
Ultime album de Serpent Column, Kathodos est une perle rare de black metal. Ce qui saute aux yeux, c'est le soin apporté à la dimension technique : Theophonos créé un ensemble d'une cohésion parfaite et utilise des jeux d'échos avec des riffs dévastateurs qui vont et reviennent de manière différente ("Kathodos"/"Anodos", première et septième pistes, etc.). Cet album est en somme un moyen de nous enfermer dans un palais des glaces sur lequel Theophonos tire à coups de boulets de canons. Insane ! Jordan Vauvert