Destined to a life of desolation,
Chained by the holy shackles bound to idol (of) flesh,
Shattering waves of venomous fire,
Like blasphemous daggers penetrate your skin
For I am the arson, boiling corpses in the styxian void, agitate winds of devastation, hovering raven over poisonous worlds.
I am the arson, boiling corpses in the styxian void, agitate winds of devastation, hovering raven over poisonous worlds.
Eleven impaled and constellated, hung in the black skies adorned with regal death,
Perpetuate nothingness forever,
Uncreation thoughtless(ness) eternally.
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann