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lyrics
My mind isn’t of this world
My mind is in Carcosa
Among dead stars,
navigating through cold space.
Huge shapes, space gods.
They fall to the earth as incandescent meteorites,
venture in the deeps.
In the land an in the ocean floor…
…from the depths of the earth…
…they watch us…
Recumbent, sleepers, lurking hypnotic…
Tyrants of the space.
Timeless Gods
Lords of the Cosmos. Lords of the Depths
From R’lyeh the almighty tyrant breathes…
…laying, waiting…
The creeping whisper to us
Within our minds.
Induced madness.
Dreams/Nightmares surrounded by tentacle
From the abyss they watching us.
The Abyss of the Cosmos…
…The Abyss of the Depths…
…land…marine…mental.
supported by 13 fans who also own “From the dead stars”
This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again.
I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom. fluo
At just 27 minutes, there's an onslaught of shred in this tumultuous blend of death metal and black metal from Italy. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 7, 2017
supported by 12 fans who also own “From the dead stars”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert