For years the spheres of opus and might
Egos they jostled
But air and breath dulcet in its tones
They shaped a rebirth
Fulfilling dormant spirit
Lungs purge howls mantled behind lit glass
In vain to flatter brethren
Faking claims of reaping my filthy harvest
Bereft of the chance
To feed their souls in the flesh
Utterly desperate
To give the food of love ardent
For when the concord sounds
Creative malaise shakes the ground
Alloys my sickness
Surrenders guard - sedative bliss
Surfeit sweetness
Emotions in husk can't resist
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming
Asudden troupe grants me their helm contained of ennui
To give up the ghost, measure worth 'gainst their yardstick
A needled affair...
Exsanguinates the overtures of yore
And instruments passed down through lore
But in the limelight shines the pure
Delusion of grandeur
Whoring mettle into tatters
A pet jester to taunt in caverns...
Of fantasy
Relinquished from the helm the troupe moves onto barren lands
Content for me to flounder in a swansong I dread to end
For when the concord sounds
Creative malaise shakes the ground
Alloys my sickness
Surrenders guard - sedative bliss
Surfeit sweetness
Emotions in husk can't resist
To be king
A lucid dream all consuming
A jack-of-all-trades but a master of none
Butchered to offal through the carvings undone
And though this sweet air is all consuming
It grants me passage to sleep in peace
Opens the clouds to riches which when I awake
I cry to dream again
I cry to dream again
Cry to dream again
credits
from 8342,
released January 1, 2018
Reuben Chadwick - Guitars
Christopher Fayers - Guitars
John Pescod - Vocals
Nathan Marshall - Bass & Orchestration
I was always intrigued by this group's choice of album covers, it isn't every day that you see high quality space photos in this genre despite the rise of "cosmic" black metal. But the music blew me away, this sounds like Austere took the atmospheric spacey route. (I will assume it's a coincidence that both bands are Australian) porcelainheart-
I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli