There exist thirsts which cannot be slaked.
A channel opens through which all earthly matters
disappear: are swallowed as stone in chasm.
A construct of man acts as eye of providence
and that gaze gnaws the very fabric of.
Feasts in famine. Fasts in splendor.
Veils thinned by phases of moon.
Raw sigil and moniker: ripest of fruits
baptized in the discharge of divine rhetorics.
Birth of bastard god rife for favor and condemnation.
Anoint this nameless congregation in offerings begot of infantile flesh.
A Heaven stilted above Hell looming with feigned grandeur:
built on the choking gasp, fluid, and broken spines of smothered fools.
Preach guilt and shame with no promise of end times.
Penance of existence wallowing in self hatred and flagellation.
Curbed temperance and admonished solecisms.
Scoffed at pressure of eternal hands.
Charter and scroll drawn in bloods let
before infernal assemblages atop crumbling altars.
Incense inhalation; hallucinatory essences.
Pledge separations from torso.
Celestial bodies align conjuring silhouettes.
An invocation of many selves harnessed;
shackled within scriptural bounds.
Rumored truths in tablet and rune.
Templates foretold caste in deepest well.
Faith-based readings woven throughout forlorn texts.
Hack and slash heathen theses.
Breath life into interpretations of ill intent.
supported by 25 fans who also own “Mock Divine Fury”
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 “Mock Divine Fury”
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
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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