We burn within the same flame.
"Each at different heats, my dear"
We stand face to face, yet a world apart.
With the anguish of might all over.
Thrive on me.
Thrive on my ache, choke.
I won't swallow.
Let it push, let it in.
Let it push, let it propel.
Be placid-submissive.
But once I'm at the top
I'll crush you down.
I will push, I will propel.
I'll maim into you.
I will do onto you what you've done to me.
I will do onto others what they do onto me.
And I swear to this land I will draw my line
and push you all aside.
I swear to this land I'll take your head.
Then I'll break the neck of your mother.
Detest me, hate me, execrate me, murder me in your dreams.
Try and hold it in for sixteen years.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Énoument (The Boiling Nerve II)”
Whelp, it's official, all of my political news about the subcontinent comes from grindcore albums. Fuck Modi indeed, gimme back my damn 1000 rupee notes, demonetizing shitneck. Ghuughra
supported by 4 fans who also own “Énoument (The Boiling Nerve II)”
Doom lourd et profond, mélodieux, athmosphérique, prenant son temps pour conter ses histoires (5 titres pour un peu plus d'une heure), avec voix principale gutturale basse de rigueur, accompagnée parfois de voix claires (parlées ou chantées) et quelques incursions vocales plus BlackMetal. Un voyage mélancolique et inquiétant dans d'inconnues abysses ou alternent les ambiances posées et d'autres plus vitaminées. EklektikTrip