J'aurais fini par la laisser fondre
La Lune échouée sur ma langue
Qui réveilla dans ma psyché
La lycanthropie de synthèse
L'entourage a fui le danger
Restait toute la masse informe
Que je me tenais de distordre
Car dans ma tête je me disais
"Si j'en tue un, un autre pousse"
Mais la cage s'est envolée
Et me voilà prêt à les mordre
"Si j'en tue un, un autre pousse"
- Mais qu'il en pousse, qu'il en pousse!
Je jure que je les aurai tous
In the end I let that Moon
Aground, melt on my tongue
Woke me in my psyche
This synthetic lycanthropy
The entourage fled from danger
All that is left is this unformed mass
That I would keep to distort
I was saying to myself
"If I kill one, another grows back"
But this cage has flown
And here I am ready to bite them
"If I kill one, another grows back"
- But please grow, grow, grow!
I swear I’ll get them all
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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