Between ageless stones
and bleak moors unknown
Surrounded by thick haze
...there was nothing
In the ruthless breeze
the bitter taste of loss
covers the fields with silence
Silence to curse the sadness
No paths no trails
only long lost shadows
to guide my return
to the ruins where I came from
I´ve conquered myself
to murder the lies
where horrors sleep
Beneath the ground with me
there will be nothing
I swallow the last of my tears
as nothingness unfolds
And I smother my fears
upon the altars of despair
Serene I walk the hours
that turn into days, and fade to black
Slowly I move, crawl through the ground
I drink from the old veins of death
Lost in oceans of dust
and yet so pleased
Sterile and cold, covered in white
I gaze into the womb of the light
I feel time like a heartbeat
resounding like hell's trumpets
A night to come
an abyss to cross
I drag the twilight
While the moments slip away
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
Great, versatile black metal with detail aplenty. Some songs are surprisingly upbeat at times - e.g. Carve My Name, before dropping into claustrophobic dissonance and ultimately exquisite atmosphere - while other songs come along as frenetic and apoplectic throughout. Then there's the dismal piano: presaging impending doom, gracefully placed in the middle of the album and interlaced with its successor. Let alone the closing track. This album will pull you deep into the currents of its misery. David Fischer
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020