Un extrait de leur dernier album "Fas - Ite, Maledicti, In Ignem Aeternum" avec la chanson "The Shrine Of Mad Laughter".
God of terror, very low
dost thou bring us, very low hast thou brought us
A sensation of everlasting rot and those frantic wails, no, it is
not a fall into
the abyss, the defiance of descent, a coronation beyond liberty and
slavery;
the cry of woe and deliverance exudes a flame, evasive as sound and
ether:
an instant of collusion with death, without hope nor prospect, yet
it is a
world below and above and in all eternity, a gift of fever, the
wind of death
that sustains the life in me, yes, the lightness of hovering in
permanent
anguish; i dared to borrow those words, to articulate them and to
savour
their turpitude, as i beheld the shrine of mad laughter.
The limit is crossed with a weary horror: hope seemed a respect
which
fatigue grants to the necessity of the world
As if Death was dashed onto the death within, a violent thrust
stealing the
light of the eyes, a ray of darkness, a negation, the bread of
bitterness that
ignites neither devotion nor fervour; resplendent nothingness! make
all
things appear with clarity, ruined in the flame of repudiation, in
the flame
of God! Interwoven joy and confusion, a stabbing confusion,
asphyxiation
from within, yet i gained this certitude: malediction, degradation,
sown in
me like seeds, now I belonged to my flesh; I belonged to death, in
harbouring
a desire for the hideous, I was beckoning to death. Insatiable
combustion,
expand, this body is thy vessel of grace!
The idea of God is pale next to that of perdition, but of this i
could have no
inkling in advance
- romantisme noir, arts sombres, doom et black metal -
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