Can you not feel our presence?
Our raging hunger gathered outside of your palace walls?
Life shall be purged from your flesh
Your bones shall be used in my hexing
And your soul shall serve me eternally
You are open and exposed
Croaking out your final dying breath
Your temple is a canvas
On which I paint a Masterpiece of death!
On a cold backdrop of black and blue with bright brushstrokes of red
A cruel chiaroscuro unveils a still-life of severed heads
Come forth goddess of beauty and gaze upon my art
Is its splendor not enough to stop your beating heart?
Like leeches on dead veins
Your worshipers are slain
Nearly fulfilled from the vermin we've killed
We ink the future with the blood we spill
In this dark hour, the lives we devour
Hold the key to restoring our power
The eye of the beholder
Sees you for the weakling that you are
Your beauty is discarded
Replaced with the punishment of scars
We tear her from the heavens as spiritual thieves
The will to live drains from her eyes
Like color from autumn leaves
We bind her to the monolith and deny her death’s cold peace
We offer her tortured, divine soul to restore our horned beast
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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