The elderly live too long
still clinging to life, though their moment is gone.
Say goodbye to your family home,
now your children are gone and you live here alone
Time has been cruel,
left you a husk as the years accrued
Your mind betrays you
Your time is overdue
I am death,
Here to rip you from your bed
I am the end,
Feel my hand as it grips around your neck
No home but the grave.
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann