Left to vegetate.
Misbred livestock.
Gathering of inane dreams.
Disgusting vital signs.
While the flock moves,
I'm tripping in lockstep.
Disorientation reveals otherness.
Strained look at my feet.
Centipede crawls up the windpipe.
Lays eggs behind my eyes.
I can't see, I can't see, I'm goin' blind.
Superior being, lost in unruly fantasies.
Shove a knife deep inside
The mouth of every neighing face.
Drown the childish noise.
Wipe out the gallstone smell.
A wolf that scares up the cattle.
Presence of blood, contagious frenzy.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Cervical Dislocation”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
supported by 5 fans who also own “Cervical Dislocation”
What an album! The only reason the album didn't elevate them straight to stardom is not enough people heard it. Modern classic - from start to finish. c1ch