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...Feast of the cruel hearts, it stains the sands...
It pierces my heart
Infests and expands by its disease
Now the sky is burning
Blood rains in two ways
Murderers went to play
Dictators who divide the ground
Water poisoned and boiling
Its feast of demons...sucking oxygen
Feast of the cruel hearts
Hurt and gaze
The carcass
Of the mother
stains the sands
For the damned fetus
Growth and new gods
Tyranny under societies of men
Growth and new gods
supported by 39 fans who also own “Growth and New Gods”
A truly stellar death/doom album with heavy doses of black metal. Tracks like Isolation, Child of Light, and Broken Hymns deliver the sorrowful and icy tone of this album, elevated by the stirring cello compositions of Raphael Weinroth-Browne. The album delivers a deeply satisfying crescendo in Becoming Intangible before stirring the soul once again with Epilogue. Matt Richardson
supported by 38 fans who also own “Growth and New Gods”
The first 30 seconds of "Revenge by Fire" convinced me to get the whole album! It is a face-melting blend of speed and black metal, reminiscent of Hellripper! KVAEN is a Swedish solo project much like Hellripper but many known guest musicians helped J. Björnfot in his endeavor. Altogether it is really a solid debut album, I loved the melodies and the pace changes in the second half too, ending with a "calm" instrumental one. Well-done!! sachavonkarl74
supported by 37 fans who also own “Growth and New Gods”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert