The village fountain mourns the square
Near the salted slimeheads
A man throws handfuls of his blood
His bright teeth
(You should think in solid ways
Look what happens when you don't)
Forget that you were tricked
You lie to the wriggling mess with every thought
Near the salted slimeheads
Red yawns widen and splatter
He spreads his belongings on the sand
I heard something through his prehistoric grin
We were all scarred with tribal wounds
But the clustering force left me alone
There was once a village square
Whose bright floor I swept
Forget that you were tricked
You lie to the wriggling mess with every thought
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total brain melter! Krallice decides to take their music in a slightly different direction, introducing extremely chaotic and technical riffs amidst super complicated drum patterns. heavy Behold the Arctopus vibes from this one. n. charlene excelsia
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals howling from infinite distance and 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
Russian duo leaven unbridled, blackened instrumentation with radiant melodies, their post-metal heaviness propelled by heavenly energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024