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The faintest scent of sick and distant iron taste
There was never going to be another way
Reborn into greying muck, among the earthen waste
Atrophic hands and gnawed fingers start to shake
Skullen fluids into empty soil
Black hole manifestations
The core collapses on itself
The granular decomposes
As the burning digits flex
Fractured thoughts begin to spiral
Peripheral shocks begin to creep
One last blow for benediction
A prayer of loathing, on my knees
No redaction in these seconds
The clinging pulse, and threaded diction
Time aches and contracts in violence
Beneath shining skin of labored friction
With swollen knuckles, spread the ribs and climb inside
Swallow and be swallowed
For the vortex shall never lie
Be still
supported by 29 fans who also own “The Blood Never Lies”
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