In burning my flesh and consuming the ashes
And in rending open my skin
I become the blood-spring of Eden
And I see the profane through torn eyes!
My will to thee, O wretched one!
My lips are flayed open in praise!
My body is made whole through agony -
Through desecration my temple is immortal.
To Defile is to Transcend!
The blood from your father flows out
From your mouth
Now choke on your guilt
O lust of my lust
The stain of my hymnal
I pull my flesh taught
The instruments of truth,
sanguineous shochet
Peeling back layers of fortune
My lips are flayed open in praise!
My lips are flayed open in praise!
Here, the beginning,
O, blood-word god,
Thine words are god,
My death becomes god.
Bleed through me, the pulpit,
I, the mouthpiece
Of the febrile and fetid
A subject of faith,
I sing to thee,
My tribute,
Spills on the body’s alter,
O, tribute to death,
Swine- singing praise,
Malediction!
Rancorous baptism!
Tear deep your flesh.
You, child, can not transcend,
Your blood on my pearl,
The poison of faith,
I deny Christ.
All the years that I’ve wasted in silence
Always clinging to what gave me my comfort
Ever reaching for the answers that lie beyond
My reach, ever dwindling by the day
Captivated, held back from the truth
While the relentless sting of illusion
Continues to lull me to sleep
Averting my gaze
Questioning my motives
Devising a plan to escape
This self-contained dull point of view
The stars in the sky
Much like the life within me
Flickers and fades
supported by 8 fans who also own “My lips are flayed open in praise!”
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 “My lips are flayed open in praise!”
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 “My lips are flayed open in praise!”
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