Bad omens came with the howling winds
They exacerbated the stench of rot
and, I swear, Satan smiled at me
through the eyeless gaze of a dying child -
parched with thirst -
whose open wounds prayed to the skies,
but only the vultures heeded their call
What manner of free man delivers such punishment?
Is that the ultimate expression of freedom?
A cursed procession of impending disgrace - liquidation!
Begone, you blind demons!
The desert welcomes your untimely death!
Might the sands bury this day forever!
Might I wield the hammer!
Might I strike the wound!
Unconstricted, emboldened by terror!
Blood for blood,
Blood for blood!
Ever-growing unrest
The air feels hostile and lethal
Death reverberates
With the rumbling of war
The obedience of corpses is the only real weapon
Commanded to march into the enemy's blade
Behold the monstrosity of the most profound hatred
Vomiting its mortal bile with reptilian violence
And to avenge this calamity
I shall commune with forbidden gods
Dahak! Cheshma! Uta! Vizaresh!
I renounce my name
I shall become the envoy of disaster!
Dahak! Cheshma! Uta! Vizaresh!
Peace and justice are illusions
Our gods betrayed us and delivered us to our enemies
Dahak! Cheshma! Uta! Vizaresh!
Ever-growing unrest
The air feels hostile and lethal
Death reverberates
With the rumbling of war
today is the day when we shall bathe these violators
with hails and hails of furious and lacerating misery
supported by 6 fans who also own “Death Reverberates”
Ἡ εἰκών was an impressive debut, but way too short! Luckily, Ψευδομένη arrives to satisfy the urge for more of what made its precedessor hit hard and fast: some atmospheric moments (don't be deterred as this is still brutal, dissonant and disgusting to the core) and at the same time, J.L. is exploring longer tracks - e.g. my personal favourite - and implementing some cavernous lows. If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's most likely that this man refuses to stand still. What a pace! David Fischer
supported by 6 fans who also own “Death Reverberates”
Not very often one happens to stumble with a genuine piece of art, a pure piece of heart, a poem bled from the depths of the human soul. In "Candela" that's precisely what you will find, musicians torn from inside-out by the claws of life and put back together by the burning flares of hope. ¡Magnifico! elhater