They brag the number of their victims
They celebrate every life taken
seal of madness
on the haggard face of god
He is sick
In hot delirium
He rushes about
Murder elevated to absolute
Eating dirt has become a good deed
Every little worm crawled out of its hole
Hoping to be great
Not the time for heroes
this is the time of villains and murderers
Will you be one of them
Or become an innocent victim
A cold hand grips the sky
In a fit of terrible pain
He grinds his teeth, he cries
And the earth is washed by the rain
tears don't reach the ground
Turning into snow
It's too cold in here
Too cold and dark
And the sky is exactly the same
And the sky is exactly the same
If “atmospheric black metal” implies majestic comedowns and dramatic dynamics, this powerhouse instead constitutes anti-atmospheric black metal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 23, 2021