Your lore was sold to me
As the fulcrum of all strength
Fairytales to brighten up
A mostly bleak and dreary life
Uncertainties astride the path
They reap your soul and namesake
As grand as they are fleeting
A dead landscape seamless blend
Try as you might
You cannot deny
The white dove only thrives
For those you can not buy
How long can you play this role?
How many lies can you overlook?
How long can you sell this faith in
A vicious god, designed to kill
Faith is thrown into a bonfire
No discernment from the weakened soul
Expensive tickets about to sell out
For an army of oblivious oafs
False path
Vultures leading to a blinded oath
The wicked one comes to bury your soul
Biding time to hide as he claims to enlight
Your lies will be judged
And life will be taken
False revelations pouring from
Freshly cut wounds
Shackled bond in fear
Lonely rolling tear
Down the face of an impious prophet
Slowly growing sheer
Tapestry of sneers
Faceless grins taken over by shadows
Shackled bond in war
Slowly burning stars
No enlightenment without dereliction
No enlightenment without dereliction
No enlightenment without dereliction
No enlightenment without
Commandments
For most to behold
Breeding ire, wandering souls
Commandments
For some to control
Breathing fire, ecstasy of gold
Internment
Stranglehold
A chain of thoughts, delayed, afloat
Bereavement
For none to oppose
Fearing god, for they shall repose
No enlightenment without dereliction
Everything built to keep you inside
No enlightenment without dereliction
No enlightenment
All aspects of life interpreted by
A gaping maw who feeds on raw
Icons to weave infinities
Where lies are sired and in white, baptized
As you close
the curtains
On your mind's
Eye
You may feel
Safe
As the icons
Sediment
The universe
speaks
In a tongue
Unknown
They will claim
To know
Hypocrisy's
Abode
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
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