"Fire born of my eyes, truth born of my tongue,
While knowledge blazes in my most frozen mirror.
Exhausted to the lull, lost in the threshold (of its own deceit.)
(Torn and fiery lump, that utters the discreet.)"
(—Final Wisdom of Arkhiero)
Hierophantasma, with his many armless hands, ablates the smoulder from flame.
Physically frozen in atemporal form, but spectrally it proceeds the same.
He's stealing Arkhiero's truthful smoulder.
He's presaging Arkhiero's truth through smoke transmission.
Light is pilfered, truth obscured.
Bi-eternal death. Erasure of time itself.
An emptying sky falls as gentle streams.
The hidden becomes clearer to all who lurk and plunge the deep.
It burns away Arkhiero's corpse, inhaling their vaporous screams
Arkhiero's flame-teared eyes above flash in pain.
(The truth, it seems, reveals the empty vanity of all thought and thing.)
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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
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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