Born out of instincts and hope.
Rots the flesh as it wanders.
Collector of sores, exhibition of garbling.
Monuments that cast shadows.
Interrupt the chain of inheritance.
Keep your head underwater
Inhale the sewage.
Interrupt the chain of inheritance.
Close the curtains
Knot the sheet around your neck.
Born out of instincts, rots the flesh.
A dog that never learned any tricks.
A legacy the flys circle around.
Scrap the layers of this image,
This disclaimed existence.
Embrace the failure.
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