I was generated from the dead on its course towards repose and further chaos.
I delay the stream as an extension of the igniting cosmos,
a passive blank membrane in the pure light of creation.
Animus told me that nature of all ecstasy is this and toil is an abomination.
from the warmth of the primeval sea to the parade of the grey, demanding more.
the directions of the living and the dead are the same: further away from whole.
the oral consciousness licks the hidden wound, reaches for the missing teat.
a day will come when the fish, or the reptile, in us
wakes up in hunger and begins to refine its yearning for survival;
starts its climb one circle at a time
negotiating on the latency between the need and its fulfilment.
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