Dans ce lieu inspirant la cire se colle
À ses parois pulmonaires
Alors la peine d'air étouffe sa flamme
ll ne voit plus rien maintenant qu'il croasse
Ô dieu qui le perd
Lui et son esprit en sont épris il sera pris
Il en a peur, oui a très peur
Mais n'a pas honte
Il n'est plus seul, il n'est pas seul
Il n'a pas d'yeux: il n'y a pas Dieu
Mais ses semblables sont nombreux
Et se retrouvent en ces demeures
Châteaux de sable d'enfants vieux
Qui barbotent durant des heures
Dans des gorges vides et vaseuses
Au moins 20 000 lieux de cultes sous la mer
Que ces anguilles devraient rejoindre
In this inspiring place, wax sticks
To the walls of his lungs
While air muzzles his flame
He does not see now that he croaks
To god who loses him and his spirit
They are enamored (he will be captured)
And he’s afraid, yes so afraid
But has no shame
Isn’t lone no more, isn’t alone
Is eyeless: there is no God
But fellow beings are numerous
And they meet in these houses
Sand castles of old children
Who paddle for hours
In empty muddy gorges
At least 20 000 places of worship under the sea
That these eels should
Go and meet
supported by 5 fans who also own “Perdu dans Cordoue”
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
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