The rattle of the bones in the wooden pole
still deafens the ears of the victim
A nightmarish vision, armies of flies
Feasting on their remains
Solely living on death feeding
How inhuman their massacres were seen
how glorious their offering
to the altar of the black scythe
how magnificent are their yells
The wheels never stop turning
Magnum Opus of the unnamed
the breaking wheel spins
A thirst for blood always incessant
initiates the laceration
when they are facing their downfall
when the tissue is decayed
when the reaping is perfected
how unstoppable is the advance of the blade
the torsion of the rope,
the coldness of its putrid breath
how obnoxious the eyes of the ignorant
when death is pleasing its appetite
when fear is fed by its pain
now surrender to its unfolding
may this glorious torment lead us to
Total Death
supported by 18 fans who also own “Veneration of the Mighty Dead”
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