Dying in the realm of the living,
I was born in the kingdom of the dead.
Into the fathomless worlds of darkness...
I will become the eternal coldness.
The witnesses of all four directions
have been convoked for a final ceremony.
Charcoals of the black flame
will be blown out by the coldness of my presence.
Predecessors of life;
their whisperings are the revelation of eternity;
black shadows are calling me into the reality of dreams.
I am the burning pentacle.
I am wandering through the invisible abysses;
blaze of the soul illuminates my way.
The mind is not imperious here
and the world does not yield to be defined.
Into the fathomless worlds...
I shall become the eternal coldness.
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The dissonant bleakness of the first track is less weird and more hypnotic than on the second track. That's why I like it a little more. But both songs together make for an extraordinary experience and a journey to the arhythmically beating heart of darkness. mourner