Severed from hope, devoid of joy
Severed from hope, destined for misery
Approaching the end
Blinded from light
Destruction of life
A balance is formed
I'm released from a life ending in apathy
The solace I'm seeking is misery
We've taken the distant to skin them alive
Their harrowed yelps are nothing but music to me
I thought the stars could be strived, looking up from my grave
They crave the symptoms, the malice that ill defines us
Basking at your feet, we will all destruct
The hell of departure
The art of endlessness
It is delivered - the spark of life, buried in a shallow hole to feed the worms
Secrets lie under the weight of dirt and earth
Demons pry and take my spirit for their reign
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. Nocturnal Egg (Jordan)
This is the band's first full album, an excellent work with songs that conveys a very deep atmosphere, when I heard this material for the first time I could see that a lot of good things were to come! andreyferraz