A fresh wave
Of presence here
Breathing again
Vision is clear
Inoculation of the hatred
Has no more side effects
It’s so sober
Intention is global
I only see this grandeur
The truth is ravishingly black
Dissolving flesh
Material crash
It’s filling me
No chance to flee
Breathing
Slow
My human being
Is lifeless bones
Breathing
Carrion
A soundless serpent’s crawling
Towards the human zone
The venom
Is spreading slowly
Convey my seed
To your detestable breed
Let them croak
Humbled
The great harvest
Is starting here
supported by 17 fans who also own “The Serpent's Mission”
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 “The Serpent's Mission”
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