Anemone had stopped bleeding,
Quashing their consensus of demise
To elapse inside the river,
Where I used to hear the
obit of myself
And those pale musty chants
The argentic factual is the same
As my wetherism
My elixir
My opiate
I alone am the rift of this farce,
Peeling off, peeling
off their monk robes,
My mutism impaled the
silent nothingness
To drink off the shadow of a violane
To caress the vein of uproariousness
Let the anemone stop bleeding
Let the anemone stop bleeding
Altars watched each other,
Leaving their eyes as vestiges
Myrtle,
My sternum belongs
to elysium
Inept instropism
In remote epoch I
long for nothingness
I fledged moths,
Solemn evolution
supported by 6 fans who also own “Malebolge / Eviternità”
A bewitching imagining of black metal lore set in the old American west. You can positively inhale the aura of despair and thick smoke that this record evokes. Grim cinematic atmosphere transmogrified into music. bloodbrulee
supported by 5 fans who also own “Malebolge / Eviternità”
When it comes to the "atmosphere" in "atmospheric black metal", this release probably succeeds the most in making me feel like i exist within this universe of music. domfabio