The start of a cycle
Hatred leads you to curse my very name
I am warped
Deformed
Undeserving
Everyday you shun me
My hatred for you swells
I am celibate
None can bear to look upon my twisted form
I’m kept a pet
Servant for a master of arcane deeds
I watch him and learn of old gods
Gods who demand tribute
That feed on the darkest place in your heart
You can’t bear to gaze upon them
But I look them in their eye
They say I am worthy
That I can live forever
That I will never sleep
That I will never die
That all you have is truly mine
I take it freely now
You bend your knee
You fear my wrath
The power of my gods brings sacrifices to me
The blood of your sons
The fruit of your daughters
They belong to me
And even when you rise up, dare ask another to strike me down
I simply smile
Литоургиiа réussit l'impensable : faire entrer le black metal dans l'église orthodoxe. S'il y a une dimension dramaturgique (indissociable de tout office religieux), Литоургиiа reste profond, solennel et touche le sublime.
Après la sortie de cet album a lieu un Grand Schisme et un larcin : Христофор se fait dépouiller de son propre groupe par Барфоломей et Мартин ; tout ce qui reste ici provient de ces deux hérétiques. Suivez la procession de Батюшка ici : https://sphieratz.bandcamp.com/album/- Jordan Vauvert
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