(They're building) a tower to the great inversion,
To enshrine their unending (Monolith) King.
(They're building) a tower to the threshold of discontinuity,
To bind the unbound and adore (the thing.)
With his death, he incepted every triumph.
He craved for disbecoming, this they must occult.
He renounced his throne and breath, this they must deny.
A tune is played: too long to listen, too godly to sing.
Tall, flexuous phallice; Populace forced to build.
Cabal of the dignitary, multicursal crypt.
Instilling it in his veins that never terminate.
Elegiac inscriptions upon the surface of the spire.
About the glory of the infinite corpse of the infinite king.
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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