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lyrics
Cold sighs shutter and spread through
Peaked roofs covered in shingle and snow
Silent streets where no step echoes
Doorways framed by dull fire glow
White church glares from its hill near
Gravestones crooked and battered by time
Grotesque steeple reaches upward
Grasping at stars set in the sky
Dark men forgotten and old brought
Orchids plucked from southerly lands
Rituals lost to blue-eyed fishers
None that still live understand
Black robes cover their features
Creaking limbs sound terrible hums
Wood doors slam as they assemble
With wax hands they beckon me come
In lines they shuffle toward the hill
Inside the church floor opens
In vain resistance I stand still,
But then I’m drawn into the opening
Descending deep into the cavern
Down stairways carved from living stone
The dripping walls growl in the shadows
The clicking chatter of wet bones
Procession sets upon a clearing
In squirming earth and fungal forms
A distant piper sounds his wind spells
The circled crowd extends their arms
Hidden gurgled voices join in their calls,
my heart aches
They shiver in wild and rapturous pulse,
their hands raised
A pillar formed by sickly flame
Crawls through the air but casts no shadow
Its stench envelops all surroundings
With clawing grips they gather moss
and fling it toward the hidden sea
We join together to honor what’s older than man
and will outlive him
Springs promise, that green waits
beneath the grim snows, as it has been
Music and light, constructed in secret
to fill the earth’s great halls
Extended beyond by things which are learning to walk,
but should crawl
From unseen depths come winged horrors
With forms too gruesome to describe
Those that gathered ride them toward
The black sea fed by oily tides
A beast, though restless, somehow stays
I’m urged to follow on its back
I flee instead into the waves,
Swept away through cold and black
I wake among those who would say
There is no truth to what I tell
But I can’t escape from what I saw
The world is tainted by that smell
supported by 16 fans who also own “The Subterranean Stench”
Can't believe I'm getting on this 2 years late. Such a well-crafted experience, it is exactly what I've been craving out of the doomgaze subgenre. Heavy, sprawling, dark and mysterious. Heroin is less addictive. Magnus Blackwood
supported by 16 fans who also own “The Subterranean Stench”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal
supported by 15 fans who also own “The Subterranean Stench”
A beautiful cacophony of some of the most tuneful and atmospheric sonic landscapes that I've heard this year. Dream Unending is pushing the artistic boundaries of what is possible in death/black metal. A brilliant listen. ottoman91