Barré par un postiche
Aux fibres noires synthétiques
Un front bombé, gros galet blanc,
Lisse à la vue, rêche au touché.
Puis sous d'épais sourcils tracés
D'un doigt trempé dans du goudron
Deux orifices comme l'anus
Se dilatent
Sur des prostates en diamant.
Fixe alors ces deux points brillants
Perdus au fond d'une paire de puits
Où l'on s'y jette et l'on s'oublie
Ces deux lanternes t'ont inondé
De la lumière teintée du ton
De tentures tristes
Un deuil indien
Closed off by a hairpiece
Made of synthetic black fibers
A curved forehead, large white pebble
Smooth in sight, rough in touch
And under thick eyebrows drawn
With a finger dipped in tar
Two holes like an anus
Expand on diamond prostates
Set these shiny fixed points
Lost at the bottom of a couple of wells
Where one throws and forgets himself
These two lanterns have flooded you
With the light tinted tone of light of sad hangings
An indian mourning
supported by 5 fans who also own “Regarde-la dans les yeux”
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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