Perdu au milieu
D'un champ de pierres aux formes
Étranges et ailées
Vagabondant, appellé
Par les échos de l'ivresse
Toute gravure paraît
Absurde et agitée
L'esprit confus, noyé
Des reflets si sombres
Éclairent à peine le sentier
Le silence des morts,
La tranquillité
Brisée soudainement
Violée, souillée, profanée
Le porteur de fléaux
Marque son arrivée
D'une démarche primitive
Insoutenue
Le porteur de fléaux
Marque son arrivée
Dévisageant la figure
De ces êtres célestes
Au regard pâle et trop serein
Immobile pourtant si fragile
Maintenant ils gisent
Face-contre-terre, vaincus
Prosternés
Des reflets si sombres
Éclairent à peine le sentier
Aucun témoin
La noirceur a triomphée.
supported by 23 fans who also own “Ivresse Mortuaire”
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
supported by 20 fans who also own “Ivresse Mortuaire”
This album is just incredible, majestical. Is that even a word? A true masterpiece, and one that I dont play that often so that it doesn't get overplayed and soften the blow you get each time fromthis heavy slab. halfmartian
supported by 20 fans who also own “Ivresse Mortuaire”
Absolutely strong, black and bitter, like a cup of good old coffee or a properly packed pipe of strong tobacco. The album won't let you go unless you listen through it since the very first minute to the very last one, sunken in the frozen obsydian abyss. 10/10. lanserger22