You will never know peace, sons of Cathrain
My physical manifestation is not all I am
I am the fear that grips your cold lonely heart
This is but one incarnation
What of your sword
That banishes me from this realm
No matter what I’ll always come back
No sacred yew, nor blessed enchantment
Will get rid of me
This is only remission
The gods I serve still demand tribute
Your sons will make their own
Blood sacrifices in the night
They’ll pick up their knives and slit
Their own wrists
Their blood will flow freely
My lords feed off your misery
When you think you have found peace
The terror will return
More sleepless nights spent in cold empty beds
No lover to cradle you
No spell of protection to ward off evil spirits
Just you alone in the night
I never sleep
I never stop
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