In distant I
Of movement still
The trail of absence
Infected will
Of blood thirst rise
No other strive
A lying tongue
Of vision deprived
Now another day
It's just like before
We slaughter mornings epilogue
Crucified by another remission
Since the victim never lie
We're lead by a dead vision
On a bleeding earth
The father and all children
Of a vision turned to rust
Will reach back for one second
Hesitation, fragile lust
'the earth in its entirety,
drenched in blood is nothing but a
vast altar on which every living being must die
until all is devoured, until the wicked is rid,
until death itself is dead, on our,
our bleeding earth'
Crucified by another remission
Since the victim never lie
We're lead by a dead vision
On a bleeding earth
supported by 9 fans who also own “The Bleeding Earth”
Had to add this to my BC collection.
An underground classic.
As relevant as ever in our current situation, ten years after it's release.
Inner Reflexions
supported by 5 fans who also own “The Bleeding Earth”
Easily one of the best metal albums of the 2010s, which says something.
Musically, it's like you've taken black metal, doom, and good old NWOBHM and thrown it into a blender for a while.
More impressively, the lyrics to these songs are some of the most hauntingly beautiful and devastating I've ever heard.
Case in point, Junta. Just listen to it. grungiernine0