There are no humans
There are just flesh
Billions of jaws
How to swallow they know best
Flesh eat flesh
Kind of the same kind
Here are no souls
Just delusion of the mind
Instincts of hunger
No tears of mercy
Blood in theyr eyes
Fresh flesh cryes
Smoke on earth
Cold froze hearts
Giants fell
But not insects
Especially cockroaches, they are still alive
So here is no the end
Evil reborn
It's got new flesh
Blood became warm
Hands got swords
Explosions of megatons
Steel squashes live meats
Existence became not so sweet
History tends recur
We are approeaching the new end
That will heal the planet from parasites
From midget gods on the earth
Shocking. They returned to their most melancholic path, without forgetting the most emblematic obscurities of their early works. Elaborate themes and compositions loaded with lethargic surroundings, a sepulchral numbness worthy of praise. The violin, the piano and the guitars amputate your skin until your body bristles. All the songs are jewels, but the beginning is overwhelming. Another way to make music without giving up your essence. Supernatural Evoken. Frank Román
Rise to the Sky and then be smashed back down to the ground where your brittle bones will be nothing but dust. Melodic death doom just the way I like it: slow, sorrowful, grim, uplifting and powerful. Adrian