A partial bung in their pipeline for years, the second full-length from Oulu-based trio Black Mass Pervertor represents […]
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“Apsû opened his mouth / And addressed Tia-mat / “Their behaviour has become displeasing to me / And […]
“[…] the saint attempted, in the place called Gaesmere, while the servants of God stood by his side, […]
“The dweller in the shades, at whose approach / E’en the dogs quake, as on she moves through […]
“Hence even for criminals who deserved extreme and exemplary punishment, there arose a feeling of compassion; for it […]
“Your grandeur passes, and your pageantry, / Your lordships pass, your kingdoms pass; and Time / Disposes willfully […]
There are myriad conversations to be had in reference to Mexican-American musician Kurator of War‘s Pan-Amerikan Native Front […]
In nomine mortis cultus — May death’s spectre cross incanted portal through poisoned Host, his unlight trailing ribbons […]
“Question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there be one, he must more approve […]
“The essential element in the black art of obscurantism is not that it wants to darken individual understanding, […]
“…where we are now, with a culture of extreme individualism and extreme competitiveness and extreme isolation. I think […]
“Knock, knock! Who’s there, in the other devil’s name? Faith, here’s an equivocator that could swear in both […]
A tradition of revolt within the Low Countries at the dawn of the fourteenth century inevitably aims our […]
Hoary is the eldest cataract in the eye of those collectively seeking the nature of the Fates (or, […]
The mind in reflection is the pitiable curse of waking sentience. This deathlike abyss is represented by the […]
On all fours in the grime of Utrecht, our bellies dragging on cobblestones slicked with sea water, half-digested […]
The pale glowing torsion of flesh cringing away from freshly lit pyre — There is a lurking evil […]
Murdered for the madness his post-traumatic opulence dictated, our protagonist swings with the momentum of death’s seizuring scythe. […]
Just as the walls of fortification seem a bit steep in the eye of a peasant they’d read […]
“Son of Iapetus, surpassing all in cunning, you are glad that you have outwitted me and stolen fire […]
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