Accursed light!
Born from ancient, antlered might
Twists our fate;
The Verdant Deity, the sealer of gates
Into new lands
Of tyrannical suns and burning sands
We walk alone
Exiled into worlds unknown
So this is our fate.
Kings of nothing. Tyrants of the wasteland.
...But I feel it. The cosmic rage that brought us here.
The passion. The fury. The chaos.
We are not alone.
These wastelands shall be our domain
A barren mesa of arid plains
A new land to conquer
To dictate, to slaughter
Unsung, the song
Fractured Pantheon
Dust to dust
Prison of red, ruinous rust
Let us prey
Such has always been our way
Reject the lie
We stand as one, we cannot die
Foreign to fear
We march forward, our course grows clear
Hail to chaos, frenzy and fire
Envisioning your bloodstained empire
Glory to our wounded beast
Hate we sow, death we reap
We held high the horned name
We feel his fury, we share his pain
We feel you now, as doors unlock
We call your name, the Ang Ul-Mak!
So is this the reward for our devotion?
We cannot be undone.
We’ve come too far to perish now
We lords of lust, forever unbowed
We shall write a new page
Of lecherous, glorious rage
Our story will be heard
We will conquer this fucking world
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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