Upon my mouth god has set a seal
My lips revealing not one secret
The gift bestowed upon me by demon and nature
"He hath cast me into the mire,
and I become like dust and ashes."
But I will not cry unto thee
I march into the desert to suffer terror
INCINERATION
The dust of man
The spirit of the earth
The fiery spirit of god in heaven
The crown of glory floating between lion and sun
Is one spelling death for the winged child of promise
My left hand destroying my own heart
And withering the white roses of the albedo.
Blindfolded children
My fiery breath
Will fan the furnace fire
All will turn into black vessels
Filled with earth and clouds of ashes
Upon my mouth god has set a seal
For I have become cruel to all
With strong hand I oppose you
I will lift you up to the wind
Causing you to ride it (to dissolve your substance)
For I know I will bring you to death
And to the house appointed for all living
Looking for good, evil came unto you
Waiting for light, darkness came
Your bowels will boil and will rest not
Mourning without the sun
Stand up, cry into the congregation
"I am a brother to dragons,
and a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me,
And my bones are burned with heat."
Upon my mouth god has set a seal
Lying in the dry desert
Fraught with suspense
The child of spiritual rebirth
Placed under the lions claws
The crown of glory floating between lion and sun
Is one spelling death for the winged child of promise
My left hand destroying my own heart
And with withering the white roses of the albedo.
Blindfolded children
My fiery breath will fan the furnace fire
Sublimation into the spirit of the earth
Matter should be purified
Then dissolved, destroyed, decomposed,
And reduced to dust and ash
A hand through the clouds
Shock, storm and noise
Conjunction between ignited air and powdered earth
Volatile spirit white as snow reborn
Your bowels will boil and will rest not
Mourning without the sun
Stand up, cry into the congregation
"I am a brother to dragons,
and a companion to owls.
My skin is black upon me,
And my bones are burned with heat."
supported by 32 fans who also own “Vuur: the deathwind of resurrection.”
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
Dark electronic music gets warped and clobbered on the latest from Author & Punisher. Brooding, cutting, and claustrophobic. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 18, 2017
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018
supported by 27 fans who also own “Vuur: the deathwind of resurrection.”
La mine, c'est le lieu qui met le plus en exergue les disparités sociales : d'un côté ils sont des milliers à descendre dans les entrailles de la terre, de l'autre une poignée s'élève socialement ; d'un côté ils meurent par centaines sous l'effet des coups de grisou, de l'autre ils consolident leurs richesses. Cette dualité, elle traverse aussi Kentucky : d'un côté le black metal atmosphérique asphyxiant, de l'autre l'americana et le folklore héroïque. Panopticon est dans la lutte permanente ! Jordan Vauvert