Orb of heavens dismantled.
Skulls crushed between foot and floor.
Habitual procreation ordained in ichors.
Union consummated on a bed of nails set to flame.
Weight a-crutch for failure of limb.
Consecration under rotten forums.
Devourer of Sonships. Anti-Pleroma.
Aion-bearing being. Archon eater.
Born by Bedlam. Raised in Sodom.
Cloud of gadflies hums and swarms.
Ancient wretches chant their paeans;
those teeth sharped on incantations.
Torch’s wax culls tended edge.
Manifesto carved in untouched skin.
Palms sweat. Nerves fray. Gooseflesh.
Envenomed quill. Candle’s kiss.
Taste of iron. Licks ashen lip.
Creature anxiously laps empty dish.
Wandered poison copses unearthing
foreign bodies hidden beneath the leaves.
Waded watersheds of existential abuse.
Dried in air of slights.
Detriment and gravitas.
Illusory metaphor contextualization.
Compulsory obsession on dead subjects.
Embody world reaper. Sower of daemon seed.
Absentia et Ataraxia.
Aped reflections of contorted visions. Folie a l’infini.
Manifest heretical order. Folie a l’infini.
Scriptures torn from the annals of plagued minds.
Heliacal detonation propagates ubiquitous erasure.
Skin cats as seen fit. Each victim groomed to suit.
Concept extends infinitely beyond translation.
supported by 25 fans who also own “Gomorrahan Grave of the Sodomite”
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
supported by 24 fans who also own “Gomorrahan Grave of the Sodomite”
Otherworldly psychedelic guitar tone of wah-wah melo-riffing shines here. Unique sound. Unique avant-blackened-death band. Must have... Along with Veilburner - the best bands in genre Dmitry Nevozhay
supported by 24 fans who also own “Gomorrahan Grave of the Sodomite”
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