I make some noise
To hear the real silence
I see the God
In the Devil`s eyes
Turn on the light –
So darkness is around me
I have no thoughts
When being wise
Going to the North
I`m reaching the South
I speak so nicely
When dirt fills my mouth
Life is death
Nothing is all
Motionless breath
Reason and goal
Religious non-believer
Sees dirt in every mouth
South is North – lies
North is not South – lies
supported by 17 fans who also own “Dirt Fills My Mouth”
Powerful, plaintive expression of the fathomless sorrow of our suffering cetaceans and their depthless home, together with the indescribable loveliness of their distant blue-black realm. I feel as much interstellar space here as I do deep ocean, equally crushing and buoying. Dave Aftandilian
supported by 16 fans who also own “Dirt Fills My Mouth”
This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again.
I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom. fluo