Crush this clay's shelter!
Break the mud, the stone ,the wood.
Fly spirit fly, expire, free.
Ashes are flying...
...and you are the losers.
Now I'm gone, sweet sensation...
...like that blood flowing
from freedom wounds.
Free at last, I've crossed the End,
torn is the flesh, extracted the essence.
Beloved black angel, raven's feather,
I praised a blasphemous name.
Trough scarlet shadow
I wandered in the valley of the abstract,
once the essence had flared up. / When I fade,
Beyond of the margins of this world
where there is no God / and someone dies,
beyond the twenty thousand names
darkness descend. / there is no dawn!
Even in its prettiest, most celestial moments, the South Dakota trio's sound feels dark and dense and deeply rooted. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 24, 2021
Russian duo leaven unbridled, blackened instrumentation with radiant melodies, their post-metal heaviness propelled by heavenly energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024