Realm of inmemorial silence
became a long gone reminiscence
Destined to omnipresence
to gaze into the starless sky
Destined to omnipresence
to wander through the corridors of no questions
The departure of consciousness is placed too far to be reached
and entering a state of repose seems to take eternity
and demons driven by neurosis are tearing the psyche mercilessly
sewing and later tearing it again
Futile hope is replaced with cruelty of own mind
which becomes more creative with his poems
every century
Destined to omnipresence
to gaze into the starless sky
Destined to omnipresence
to wander through the corridors of no questions
Destined to timelessness
to drown in well of despair
Sentenced to omnipresence
as a reward for sacrifice
The glow is not able to work forever
keeping the envoys in the check
so brutally the gate have been opened
leaving the plague free to dwell in
Tearing the flesh
wiping the dirt with dignity
wanking on the remains of holiness
misunderstanding the obvious
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