“Voi eravate il sigillo alla perfezione, pieni di saggezza, di una bellezza perfetta;
Eravate come un cherubino dalle ali distese, un protettore.
Vi avevamo stabilito, stavate sul monte santo di Dio e camminavate in mezzo a pietre di fuoco.
Eravate perfetti nelle vostre vie dal giorno in cui foste creati, finché non si trovò in voi l’iniquità.
Per l'abbondanza del vostro commercio, tutto in voi si riempi di violenza, e peccaste; perciò vi cacciai via, come un profano, dal monte di Dio e vi feci sparire, di mezzo alle pietre di fuoco.
Negli inferi precipito il vostro fasto e la musica delle vostre arpe.
Sotto di voi v'è uno strato di marciume, e vostra coltre sono i vermi.”
Fire and brimstone were always meant to drop down the curtains
on this despicable display, adorned with deceit and misery.
Howling jackals, beautifully attired, perched on the ringside seats,
as the triumph of your idiocy
glowed at the sound of the most delicate melody
in the overture
They wouldn't stop staring at their shiny gilded clocks,
for midnight has never been so close by
The sacred fire of the gods has been manufactured
and brought down to earth
as the evening sun of Atum dusks beyond the horizon of creation
leaving crumbs of hope to flicker
in the vast gloom of your days
How could you possibly care not
about anything other than the pale reflection of your tumefied ego
As if transcendency was paramount
How could you possibly think not
of every miracle you’ve been bestowed
Brought to naught
You are Death, shatterer of worlds,
behold the true beast
A bright star fell from the sky at the sound of the third angel
and poisoned the fountains of waters,
bitter as wormwood.
Sent not by the lord but by the iniquity of men,
gadgets of doom will cover the path of the righteous, with a fleecy shroud of lies.
Abashed the devil stood
as he felt goodness was nowhere to be found
And the courage was lost
among the craven coils of mediocrity
A feculent strain of celestials has risen
among the earthly creatures...
behold the true beast
How could you possibly care not
about anything other than the pale reflection of your tumefied ego
As if transcendency was paramount
How could you possibly think not
of every miracle you’ve been bestowed
Brought to naught
You are Death, shatterer of worlds,
behold the true beast
Литоургиiа réussit l'impensable : faire entrer le black metal dans l'église orthodoxe. S'il y a une dimension dramaturgique (indissociable de tout office religieux), Литоургиiа reste profond, solennel et touche le sublime.
Après la sortie de cet album a lieu un Grand Schisme et un larcin : Христофор se fait dépouiller de son propre groupe par Барфоломей et Мартин ; tout ce qui reste ici provient de ces deux hérétiques. Suivez la procession de Батюшка ici : https://sphieratz.bandcamp.com/album/- Jordan Vauvert
The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire
This wild 35-track all-metal benefit album features Mare Cognitum, Panopticon, and more reinventing songs by Tori Amos & others. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2020
A new compilation series featuring cat-loving metal bands from every state donating their tracks for local animal welfare organizations. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2018
Another year older and perhaps slightly wiser, I had to do the wise thing and buy this stunning effort by Beltez. While less avant-garde and more direct than A Grey Chill and a Whisper, this album is a tour de force of melancholic and dark melodies, equally comfortable at breakneck speeds as it is in its more contemplative moments. Atmospheric to the hilt, the robust production value makes this feel far more powerful than most ABM contemporaries. Be wise, do the right thing, and buy this! Ippocalyptica