Bearing the bestial mark, surging with glorious obsidian energy faraway from the latest apocalyptic wars of dreg-lead and […]
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Lyre in hand, surrounded by beasts. — An intimate voice blooming into snarling choir as their melancholic diorama […]
“Self-control is something for which I do not strive. Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random […]
δύναμις / ανεξαρτησία / αἰθήρ — Three years of channeling an atavist consciousness in transcendence now achieves properties […]
In the valley of rest, to the pulse of the clover sprouting underfoot, they reel in celebration as […]
A carnage too great and too bloody thorough to recall without smirking at the countless dead, their tortured […]
The ransom of the distended soul, a black knife at the throat of its savior. — Funeral Harvest […]
A final contradiction to creation. — Stillness at the point of absolute death, the poisonous apocalyptic cult having […]
Remain indifferent the self-inflicted suffering of mankind, an existence no less a building and receding detritus than the […]
A halo of redness beaming, the left arm twisted behind, and the siphoning purpose of man posited as […]
Demoralized and impoverished paralysis. — The dregs of the human spirit most often appear to the folk artist […]
All will eventually resign to drink of Lethean water, a rite of all damned men who’d deserve nothing […]
Mourning at the mouth of the great grey lake. Staring into the abyss in search of the everlasting […]
Despite a prolific release schedule, an entirely niche ethos far away away from populism, and attention split between […]
Aus der gruft, rein in den wald. — Neglect of the augurs’ warning brings a deserved death for […]
The infinite inspiration of Satan, granted only in the most remote and untouched ancient places, once again graces […]
Looking within to see only formless emptiness, a basin drained of mysticism below and a sky void of […]
The uncertain future of the self-doubting, contained and irreconcilable soul without sounding board is left to refract back […]
Disillusionments in absentia — A frantically scrabbling loop from a jarred beetle, running ’round the rim of its […]
Our willing collapse into death, knowing all too well the bartering had up ’til that point been worth […]
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