"Nous chantons à la montée de notre roi, qui frissonne aux portes de feu, celui qui le cherche."
Their hearts are carved by the crescent sign. In their hands, black nails. Threshold of the growling glare, the aisle, canine eyes, hurge the primal pathfinder, leftover.
Unkempt their blade, incandensent charm, shimmer! Its edge, brinks a certain stays thus relying insides. Shaded passage! Shaded ember! Its edge, brinks a certain stays thus relying insides, howl now, brazen. Shaded passage! Shaded ember! "Drown their lives, divinity provinence, appraise their souls!" Spill between fingers, roughly cutting his skin, decomposed and darked!
Blood and her heart, thus beheaded angel! Blood and her heart, thus beheaded angel! Survivors on the deeps! Upon the gates, shimmering reflections! Sails over the crown! We are baptized by darkness, acolytes, the shades. "VASE. ERAS. SINE." "BAALIAL. ANNEH. SERPENT." Empyrean darkness, those who speak with the dark! Fiery above the valleys! Now he's firm grabbing the torch, piety on their response! Now he's firm grabbing the torch, unkempt their blade, incandensent charm, shimmer!
Unkempt their blade, incandensent charm, shimmer! Its edge, brinks a certain stays thus relying insides. Shaded passage! Shaded ember! Its edge, brinks a certain stays thus relying insides, howl now, brazen. Shaded passage! Shaded ember! "Drown their lives, divinity provinence, appraise their souls!" Spill between fingers, soughly cutting his skin, decomposed and darked in dirt!
"Qu'on ad pur est mort, j'accept votre sumision, E qu'on sait que vos nier de li sainte eglise, mais, comme vous n'avais pas pu governe li païs dans la fois, il combienn que vos voïez exclv ad jamais di exerce votre dominatsion, vos partirez orz du païs, on ad leus purnable, pur ï faire vigne pénitantse. C'est pas lïegitime, jeo mi suis ad votre droit pour reuzir ses possessionz mater, E maintenantz nos voirla seul lumineuz de l'homme, sans pouvoir aportez nos part, jamais vos semble, on avais prevu mais on entant ad direz qu'il ava faire li pouvre monde, qu'ai ette, e mauditz, jamais jeo m'a cru nul de mi suposer avec li sainte eglise, li peu des être trop tenté. Gardez vos de desesperez de deus on creus sesoir, puïs si est vos partiz d'itsii avec cette esperantse. Ci, qui he on q'un tere? Il ne sa de qu'el cote est tournez. Sar me serà li poits, li autre oilz ad poits voirz mais tardir, alisse to mautre dominez par li clementse."
Gloriously unrelenting, the new black metal masterpiece from Moray uses slashing riffs and searing vocals to tell an unsettling story. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 5, 2023