Frail bones and sinews form your coil, a mortality known from orgasm to boil and rot. Indulging in the revelations of the weak and decrepit slums purporting the truth of self awareness, self hatred naught- do what thou wilt. Crushing the empires, contorting our eyes, driving the nails to the worms, the nephilim begging for freedom for the will of all, feed the soil, set your terms. Feed the worms, social lividity denies your oppression from false tales and loss of sanity, your skin will one day be cold and white, sullen eyes, no life, food for the balance, the will of natural rights, feed the worms, social lividity and deny the lies of all gods.
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Incredible how one man can compose such a thing. Beautiful. Today's one-man bands (or projects) are to me contemporary composers comparable to those from the old times like Wagner, plus they are their own orchestra... WolfGang
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This is a really nice piece of black metal, i totally love it! Although nothing avantgarde, it has some unique flava' of its own. I mean, it's on repeat for a few hours now. \m/ BVCVLEI