We lie here in agony
Our butchers are masked
No tainted blood can touch
Their skin or fill their lungs
A pillar of smoke on the horizon
Ancient demons burn in the fire
A column of fire on the horizon
Hells fire brings damnation
We lie here in agony
Our butchers stride past
Across the steppe of murderous spectres
The bone-child in pestilent flame
The poison blood-faced sunset
Chars the ashen plain
Pestilent death
Sloughed yellow skin
The plagued reach to the sky
Amidst diseased kin
Father, hear our death-prayer
Dispel this baneful hell
Let this plagued soil
Burn itself within me alone
They pull their herd aside
Cast in pits, hearts alive
Liquid flame sticks to skin
Rotten filth burned of sin
Beneath the astral pyre
Lies the tundra ablaze
Our bodies stacked
In flaming orgy
Our hands claw to the sky
Burning black smoke fills
Each gasp of air
A pointless struggle to the surface
And drowning in a sea of flame
What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
This is a really nice piece of black metal, i totally love it! Although nothing avantgarde, it has some unique flava' of its own. I mean, it's on repeat for a few hours now. \m/ BVCVLEI