The literal moment when the blade pierces the flesh. A story of the heat of battle and a Roman victory over the Teutons.
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*The literal moment when the blade pierces the flesh. A story of the heat of battle and Rome’s victory over the Teutons*
Molten conflict, an amber eye in a fiery storm
Within an enclave, sanguine oaths devoutly sworn
Stake triumph, slay thy weaker neighbour and his men
To conquer this ashen land, and news of our victory send
This is where iron and blood converge
Carnal-drunk, scarlett grin, flanking all enemy in sight
Casualties continue to mount, on this barbaric and bloody night
Sword and shield raised high, crossed weapons wreathed in flame
At dawn, a volcanic victor will be crowned, though nothing will really change
Craters filled with carcass, streams of flesh and bone
Remnants of butchered brother never returning home
But better to die with honour, with smile and clenched fist
Than to live as coward or vassal, condemned like Sisyphus
Molten lava flows
The carrion birds cry
A new king is crowned
And a Teutonic star
Forms and rises in the sky
Confrontation builds a man
Side by side with brother until the end
A laurel order erected to stand
For a new monarch ascends
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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