The desert slithered with fiery scale,
And old enmities burned:
(Cycle of death)
The endless wheel of stricken heel.
But pharmakon hung aloft.
An ensign of brazen coils,
That the gazing eye, beholding,
Might strong physic find
Against the dust-eater.
Recumbent, the first axis:
Letter and limit, the salt of the dead.
Though affixed to horizon, mercurial-tethered,
The miracle sleeps under coldblooded crest.
Ὃτι εἶδον οἱ ὀφθαλμοί μου τὸ σωτήριόν σου·
O liminal mount of transfixion,
Axis mundi, inverter of stars:
Here, Lord, thy knowledge speaks
A triumph, silent, from scaffold,
In that suspended twilight
Where wisdom runs backward.
Thou tookest up the cup
And drankest full the dust therein.
In thee we transcend death
punishing you with the most crushingly cosmic; blissful, violent, majestic; psychedelic visions of entropy and conquerment by the space-slug-slime slave overlords you never knew you wanted. an incredible experience bar none. ∞/10 ggallinwench
Atmospheric / Black / Doom / Death - Metal packed in 4 Songs with a running Time from 64 Minutes.......
Dark, grim, fast, melancholic and technical with a Mix from "Deathspell Omega" / "Ruins of Beverast" / "Leviathan (USA)" and "Dødsengel".......
No more Words left and just speechless.........
This world is built upon lies. Who we are, who we could be--predetermined, predestined, set in stone before we are even born. But it doesn't have to be that way. Lies can be exposed, foundations leveled, new structures built of blood and bone--living, screaming, free. Dave Aftandilian
A corrosive mix of death, doom, psychedelia, and black metal, the Portland quartet’s debut full-length is a bona fide underground monolith that shapeshifts with each listen, all while maintaining its essential heaviness. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 1, 2019