In the space of the great conjurer
dwelled by Dolos and Apate
between the walls of distortion
the spines are being broken
the struggle ravages
Sailing on the sea of shattered dreams
is what the wind is silent about
drowned by will
the predictable one
In the space of the great conjurer
the violent fragrance can't yet be smelled
and the blade of the razor
seems to be ridiculously blunt
yet sharp enough to cut through every obstacle
Unevitable doom lifted by wings of hope
and resistance trampled masterfully
Hail the will
hail the cult of torment
no backing off
no retreating
no bleeding
and no leaving the path
For if he bends no blood and death are waiting
for if he bends wandering on the fields of drabness
is the only certain faith
without exception
without excuses
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
La traversée du désert n'aura pas duré quarante jours mais quatre longues années...
Avec Панихида, Батюшка renaît enfin de ses cendres et, bien que désormais seul (ou plus exactement entouré de deux chanteurs), Христофор accomplit un miracle. Il s'inscrit dans la continuité de Литоургиiа avec un black metal orthodoxe qui nous convie ici à une cérémonie dédiée aux morts. Sa vision est englobante : les mélodies, la gravité et le silence font toucher le paradis ; l'agressivité est luciférienne. Jordan Vauvert
No excuse, I should’ve already picked this up. When people can’t agree on what you’re playing but they know it’s metal, that means you’ve done it right. Metallurgical Fire