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lyrics
In the rotted wood
where my bones rest
filled with the smell
of putrid flesh
I raise my voice
with a funeral spell
On my throne of thorns
I summon the undead
apocalyptic legions
of Agares
raised to bring
The souls forlorn
In my niche
where I am trapped
hearing in my head
the last praises
to a fallen god
forgotten in time
On my poisonous throne
I summon the undead
apocalyptic legions
of Agares
raised to bring
the unholy groan
In the pantheon
where my spirit will wander
I feel the vibrations
of my impious presence
unleashing evil
that lives in my soul
On my throne of blood
I summon the undead
apocalyptic legions
of Agares
raised to bring
the bells of thud
In this cemetery
that will see the souls rise
with shuddering screams
brought from hell
summoned at night
of the blood moon
supported by 9 fans who also own “Praise For The Vast Coffin Bewitched By Chants”
The most unforgiving sea synth out there. I love how the overall tone and feel change as the story progresses - reminds a bit of Slime Golem in that respect. Wish more releases would be conceptual with a story to follow. nashud
supported by 9 fans who also own “Praise For The Vast Coffin Bewitched By Chants”
Every iteration of Eldritch Wizardry is a gem. On this album Chapter III evokes images of a small band of adventurers so common to the tropes of fantasy. But there's something sad behind the happy tones employed here. Almost like the whole journy could be a sung dirge. Celebratary but fatal. There is a doom inside this joy. GarrettStrife
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024