Children of the dark night
Dwellers of the deep
The glowing sun never looked upon us
No point of reference to perceive
As we plunged into the alluring void
To explore the vibrant beacon
Replacing blindness with brilliancy
From the burning pits of sulphur
For this is the testing
These fires of purgation
That incinerate the human
And liberate the on true god
Hear me, O Death
Whose empire unconfined
Cloaks the existence of every breathing kind
On thee, the fortune of our futile time depends
Thy absence perpetuates life
Thy presence it ends
for none escapes thy all-destructive rage
We walk upon the final path
In-between the broken columns
The torch is turned, sheds a last dim light
Of no hope, but premonition
As we empty the cup of life
Shed our skins and scorch the earth
With fetters unbroken
We return again to what we once were
And with hearts of iron
Spirits fierce as bronze
The slaves become the masters
Those who command
Those who will not serve
Hear me, O Death
Whose empire unconfined
Cloaks the existence of every breathing kind
In thee, the demise of creations work’s known
And all judgement absolved alone
Now hear me, O Lord
Whose empire unconfined
Cloaks the existence of every breathing kind
On thee, the fortune of our futile time depends
Thy absence perpetuates life
Thy presence it ends
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
Nearly a decade after their last LP, the Chicago post-metal trio resurface with a punishing concept album set in an apocalyptic wasteland. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024