I am the owl that screeches!
My claws reach from the dark!
O, lady of snakes!
O, goddess of venom!
Devote your blade as a plow
and till the flesh above your heart!
O, lady of anguish!
O, goddess of worth!
My bowl overturned
To collect your libation.
An incantation acidic
Drips down from the fork of my tongue
To the stream of your blood,
Onto this prodigal son!
I am the night wanderer,
I defile the sons of man,
And they shall die,
In abandonment,
And in my distress I called unto the Lord,
But he did not hear me!
My soul cried out from the depths of the dead,
To the Matron of Harpies! The seeress of snakes!
And in my distress I called unto the Lord,
But he did not hear me!
My soul cried out from the depths of the dead,
To the Matron of Harpies! The seeress of snakes!
These things I have written on your flesh
That you may know that you are damned!
supported by 8 fans who also own “And in rending open my skin”
Surreal does not even properly convey the emotion and utmost perfection of this work. A combination of both polarizing beauty and harshness, Kardashev continues to embark on defining the boundaries of the melodic, progressive death scene. djc062001
supported by 7 fans who also own “And in rending open my skin”
As someone who went backwards through Kardashev’s discography, I was surprised to see how effortlessly they leverage brutality in those older releases. Alice M.
supported by 7 fans who also own “And in rending open my skin”
I saw these gents open the evening for DWeF in Trier some weeks ago. The vocalist seemed terribly shy between songs and then went full-on beastmode on the vocals again; him overcoming this was one of the most metal things I have ever seen. Vi Overlevde is, excuse this, bizarrely good. Not too posty, but still with a remarkable edge and a pretty unique feel to it. Maybe I'm still carried away by the live performance, but alas! This is great. Ensomhet is... beyond words. Kom til meg! David Fischer