A gold gradient morning before the gods celebrate
A pagan opera within the clouds, the sky erupting
Purple lights beam down from Elysium, our ancestors cheer
For another four cycles of triumphant Roman year
Thunderbolts over Latium
A divine choir eclipse with the rising sun
The war has been won, new territories subjugated
That which was but a dream has manifested into destiny
A parade in the streets, ribbons dance in the Aeolian wind
A capital of marble beautiful and rain slicked, thunder scoring the scene
Lightning strikes
Rainfall hammers down
Citizens shout for joy
On this holy lupine ground
And so there is a celebration on this day
But another conquest is never too far away
War is peace, never halt the lycanthrophric march
Expand or expire, keep pursuing thine imperial task
credits
from Kommodus,
released May 29, 2020
Backing vocals by R.P (Valac).
I was completely captivated by the album cover but I knew that there is something here far too sinister for it to look too good. Then it hit me. After listening to the whole thing I realized that each track has a purpose. Their sense of individuality as a "track" ceases to exist and has become as a new feminine astral being that has been unified chaotically right before your naked eyes. It is made of a youthful being...
Torn into Ribbons.
And it will hurt you to its core.
10/10 for this. Die Dunkelheit Des Mondes