festering in solitude. no beast awaits my end. cold skin crawls. I'm sick again. spread of plague. skinned alive. from blood in my eyes to the blood from my hand. from blood on the grave to the blood on the cross. agony in life. bitter defeat. swamps of regrets. crushed by grief. like pills on a knife. no loss I won't sacrifice as hope for joy exists.
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The sad part is I could have been listening to this for the last three years. This is definitely one of the best raw black metal albums ever. The drums are elite. Metallurgical Fire
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“Then Moses stood in the gate of the camp, and said, Who is on the LORD'S side? let him come unto me. And all the sons of Levi gathered themselves together unto him.”
Exodus 32:26 KJV kingdavidslament
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There is a disturbing turned-inside-out feeling to the music of Skáphe which I am addicted to. Though the voice sounded more inhuman on the debut, their music keeps its unreal shape. Entleiber