Dikeptor, Dawn of heathens onslaught.
Panthior The sword of wisdom draws down on thy
bred on steal and fire help strengthen my iron grasp
with torque and power you'll fall beneath my feral strike
For the temple of secartha lurks upon the horizion
Stronger now the journey begins. storm clouds of smoke fill the void.
Hell starts here, dagger in hand. Tytericon the howls of death are upon you.
Breed the pawns of darkness. Reign down on your hellish past.
Guilt will destroy you. Take no prisoners. A keepsake for all your victims, bleak days are here.
For the echos of silence, reverberate. A black mass will follow. Second coming is near.
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This is the most personally appealing piece of music I have run into in a long time - from the beautiful lyrics and art and the crushing, non pretentious gorgeous heavy music. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, crushing - are there are other words? Gorgeous, exquisite.... sock4never
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten