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Citadel of ancient sorrow
Turn your gaze to the void
Twisted amalgamation
Drift into the cosmic sea
Though your halls echo deep
And even ghostly visages begin to decay
Wander still into the night
To seek the province of the stars
Through years of isolation
The torch continues to burn
Brethren guard, seeking solace
Their dreams lying in the shadow of crimson wings
Beholding, in the distance
A sign of immeasurable hope
Commune - in solitude
Ascend - in nothingness
Flourish - in deprivation
And transfigure the wretched tomb
Hold the flame aloft
Into the black abyss
As hope begins to fade
And time loses all meaning
The brethren lie as stone
watchers of eternal silence
Until upon their eyes
rests the blazing sign
Commune - in solitude
Ascend - in nothingness
Flourish - in deprivation
And transfigure the wretched tomb
Hold the flame aloft
Into the crimson abyss
Hold the flame aloft
Into the crimson abyss
A horror of horrors awakens
The nebula stirring with malice
Twisting the wandering walls
into perverse and abhorrent forms
Waves of anti-cosmic energy
barrage the crumbling walls
and through the gaping wounds
enters the hideous infestation
The brethren rise to defend their home as it crumbles down before them
Hearkening the sounding of the bell, and rising to its call
Awestruck terror engulfs the torchbearers
Their home has betrayed them, and becomes their tomb
A withered garden flourished thorns of shattered bone
and birthed flesh colder than the frigid storm
A pyre of frost and earth embracing the sky
sealed with the feeble touch of death
Aside the memories of pallid mountains gleaned with flames,
rest the calloused hands who held aloft the blaze
Though their eyes fade,
and wither in decay
Though the light fades,
the torch ever burns
Torn asunder by mangled stone and steel
And buried deep beneath themselves
Their voice beneath the earth whispers no more
Silenced by dust through gasping breath
Ghastly fingers run like daggers across the skin
To tear asunder fading blood held within
The sound of torrential suffering
muted by weight of their dead
the tattered skin writhes no more
a husk of eternal sleep
Though their eyes fade,
and wither in decay
Though the light fades,
the torch ever burns
credits
from Resonance: Crimso
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As we melt our veins into it.
Alunar's walls bare, yet the bell still rings
The towers swallowed, the amalgamation cast,
yet the bell ever tolls...
Merge onto us as we suffer the righteous burden,
The Collapsing Consciousness...
Massive waves of anti-cosmic Unlife
Indescribable force of Human-dubbed M17
Suffocate and seize all life and death
Repurpose the eyes, the lungs, the skull,
For everlasting furnance pipes.
Pump your anti-matter deep into the hollow nest
In which all lights shine
A sea of cosmic torments strike the Fetus, Alunar...
supported by 16 fans who also own “Resonance: Crimson Void”
Prenez d'un côté l'idée d'un successeur à Alunar, un album déjà très bon à la base qui nous faisait accomplir une odyssée intergalactique jusqu'au néant ; ajoutez maintenant le fait de concevoir ce successeur en parallèle à l'enregistrement de Tchornobog. Vous voilà avec Aurora Borealis, une des sorties les plus imposantes de Markov Soroka ! Un black metal cosmique qui progresse avec fulgurance, si beau qu'il donne des frissons.
Et toujours ce clocher qui sonne, et qui sonne, et qui résonne... Jordan Vauvert
supported by 16 fans who also own “Resonance: Crimson Void”
"Delicate Poison" emerges as a true product of committed sonorous experimentation. This isn't your typical depressive nor emotional-esque occurrence. Powerful riffs, frail ambiences & ghastly vocals shall numb your ears. ms.antrophia