The black tears of the earth run
Between the sobs of the funeral of the world
And the winds loaded with moans
Between acid memories of yesteryear, like today
In the howl of the inquisition, in the nuclear breath of desolation
In the clash of swords, in the thunder of cannons
In the fire that devastates the fields, in the plague that eats away at the beasts
Black spring musty; blackened eternal winter
The cry that decorates the gray skies
Between the wounds of the firmament
And the mourning that blackens my soul
Between the crystals of past memories
In the twilight of victories, in the glory of starvation
Between mountains of mud and silt, between stones, bones and feces
In the night sky illuminated, by the angels who anticipate the end
Withered gloomy spring, it is the perpetual funeral of the world.
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023
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A lot of epic and theatrical sounding black metal has to navigate the possibility of sacrificing some of it's vitriolic edge for the sake of creating a soaring atmosphere, or worse still it runs the risk of having a somewhat sterilised and cleaner quality of sound. Whilst neither is inherently a bad thing, it's a real treat to hear an album so simultaneously majestic and decrepit. Track four is fucking great! Ben Harris