Falling on the ground with sorrowful shades of grief
The domes are melted by the soot
Into the boundlessness of night
Cutting the paths of mercy of God
Who stretched upon the souls of believers.
The black essence of our Lord’s will
Yawns the abyss of the perfection of death
Scattering the decrepit herds
Of the last hope of demented Michael.
God’s throne will be burned upon your grave!
The desolation hangs above the fates
Of the conquered world of shattered idols
That used to serve as amulets from darkness
In the cowardly hearts of Adam’s spawns.
We came to put your faith to fire!
Behold through the holes on your palms
What used to be the temple of the Universe
And now it’s just ashes under the hooves
Of the infuriated army of Satan…
supported by 12 fans who also own “Light Devouring Blackness”
A mess of swirling brutal death, maybe somewhat more structured and therefor more memorable than other band that do this style, combined with a sci-fi horror theme. This slays for days. nathan breon
supported by 11 fans who also own “Light Devouring Blackness”
I thought this was ridiculous but the Mark Cooper cover kept bringing me back. I learned to appreciate slam more and one day this just clicked. Even the drum machine and parody vocals somehow make sense now, and the guitar sounds terrific. Pure insanity. Alien slam. Metallurgical Fire