The lust to harm throbs in my loins.
Corrosive itching, constant screech.
Wiped off smiles, endless words,
The sandglass shatters against the bedpost.
Tenderness turns into filth.
Filth reveals human chasm.
Obey the blood. Let it rain.
I need to fill this void with sweat and screams.
Scheming routine is my shovel.
Fill this void with sweat and screams.
A yearning for my own absence.
The lust to harm throbs in my loins
Spineless creature, naked above.
Clap with shackled hands.
Obey the blood. Let it rain.
A map of veins, feigned dominance.
Hisses, seizures, pure submission.
I need to fill this void with sweat and screams.
Scheming routine is my shovel.
Fill this void with sweat and screams.
A yearning for my own absence.
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
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