We attend to our own issues and take personal responsibility for them instead of projecting them onto others or into the future. We bypass negative attitudes, focusing on the fact that renaissance is unfolding as we witness the fall of the archons and their mind control matrices. Today we go beyond division and beyond the attempts to break up our Love Party around the campfire.
We keep our heart fires close and our will power fueled. Of The Defunct Here, I can still feel this dreary pain Here, a malady serum fills every vein Sad birthgiver of endings That petrified body with 16 bleeding mouths Is it still me? Is it still me? In that moment in time, when my soul was torn apart It is there that I am now!
Here sorrow has eyes and wings And it brings more pain and death! To the interment! Here sorrow has eyes and wings And it brings more fear and death! This place A Precipice Towards Abyssal Caves Inmost Chasm, I Fire, thou art the Key Your Flames I am and my veins you are And Pain, thou wast the Gate The first step down leading through narrow clefts Profound, descent; From sheer drops to ravines unknown A torchlit passage to the regions of the Soul Walked with hunger and Pride Revived Mountain, with coldness at my side Revived Drape of the Night, with obscurity and stars inside Revived Subversive Nazarene Extracting nails from scarred flesh divine Hammering them deep down Right to your hearts, mothers of mankind Emptiness and vacuity And treason and lie These are the names in which you hide This is the vacuum you carry with pride Your privileges are broken in here A precipice towards abyssal caves Baptized in whirling streams of ever-flowing strength Waters and vapors to guide me through My path is self-chosen My hurt is self-chosen My curse is self- chosen Witchcraft Sun, rain on me!
Embalming crimson mist with seething shades as wings Pillars and dead eyes from far beyond My loss is self-chosen My grief is self-chosen My soar is self-chosen Witchcraft Sun, rain on me! Cold scarring Sun, shine on!
For I roamed the barren lands of the Elsewhere in eons unknown to men And from its dense darkness I brought back everlasting Flames With the power to enlighten you Or to incinerate you. I will shine again, to make you all pay! Ascension by Amiensus. Imagine not being Orthodox enough that you end up having your own schism. James Diamond. The Heretics by Rotting Christ. For their 13th album, Rotting Christ troll the world of religion at large. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 14, Maybe a twinge of psychotic disturbances were snuck in Love the guitars in Congressus Cum Daemone!
Good, to say the least. You will not be bored with this. YomaBarr I'll wish it again to make you all pain, to make you all pain, to make you all pain!
I know these are not exact lyrics but I guess I'll always hear it like this. This album is very, very good in itself and one of the most consistent ever yet it's just a harbinger of what was to come with Spiritual Resonance. That's ritual BM like you never heard, putrid humans. TheKenWord Darkend have a cool sound, deftly blending blackened fury with dark melodies and rounding out the package with a delicate application of symphonic grandeur. The Canticle of Shadows is arguably their best work, and for the price how could I ask for anything more?
Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun! All weakness and fears are devoured with the sun! Sealed in Black Moon and Saturn In Fire, by Air, in Water, by Earth And thus I speak to you, insects: As you have always obeyed not only in my presence But so much more in my absence: Work out your own salvation now, with fear and trembling! For being yourselves so empty, I just spoke empty answers to your empty prayers And for whatever prayer may come from you, I will answer according to the Emptiness of man: May my claws be the deepest knives in your chests!
In a land where three suns almost never set, a fledgling killer joins a school of assassins, seeking vengeance against the powers who destroyed her family. Alone and friendless, she wanders a city built from the bones of a dead god, hunted by the Senate and its thugs.
But her gift for speaking with the shadows leads her to the hearth of a retired killer, and a future she never imagined. Now, Mia is apprenticed to the deadliest flock of assassins in the entire Republic—the Red Church.Darkend - The Canticle of Shadows () Country: Italy Genre: Black Metal / Horror Quality: Mp3, CBR kbps -Personal Web Purchase-Tracklist: 1. Clavicula Salomonis 2. Of The Defunct (with Attila Csihar -MAYHEM-) 3. A Precipice Towards Abyssal Caves (Inmost Chasm, I) 4. Il Velo Delle Ombre (with Labes C.N. -ABYSMAL GRIEF-) 5.