Decrepit catacombs made of human bones,
Runes etched in marrow stone,
They speak of anti-matter,
No light shines
Here, the creeping deep.
My burrowed light feeble in its cage.
The light flickers,
Soon dark will feed,
Yet I am beckoned further down.
How I miss the warmth of the sun,
I hold this chalice of abysmal energy,
It's drink coats my throat,
It is a bitter tar.
I am taken.
The tomb consumes.
No reprieve.
No fucking relief.
Pride is torn asunder,
Light devouring domain,
Glory forever plundered,
Lost forever remain.
I lay drawn to fleeting light,
I reach out to grasp nothing,
And fall as many before,
Forever remain in this tomb.
supported by 12 fans who also own “Tomb of Giants”
You know that point where you have consumed perhaps just a little too much of your chosen intoxicate. That's this album.
Fucking heavy!!! Obstacle of Affliction
supported by 12 fans who also own “Tomb of Giants”
It plunges me into an abyss of sound that's both harrowingly dark and profound, a sonic deepness that swallows light and breathes out an engulfing, cathartic darkness. lecassette8
supported by 11 fans who also own “Tomb of Giants”
Par rapport au monstrueux A Dawn to Fear, The Raging River est un album qui paraît presque raisonnable. Sauf qu’il est dans la continuité de Cult of Luna, c’est-à-dire pas raisonnable du tout. Comme bande-son de fin du monde, il se pose un peu là: à l’instar de son titre, il va balloter l’auditeur entre cailloux, troncs arrachés et débris divers. (Chroniqué sur https://alias.erdorin.org) Stéphane Gallay