Cycle

To expierence history in an ancient place
A former moment in which the past derail
drowned in a sea of uncertainty
A moment when time stand still or expand to infinity
A battle on the mountain peak high above valley

Epic brass by Zan van dam.
Pic by Schnitzschule, Fachschule Kunsthandwerk & Design - Elbigenalp (AA55)

THYRSCHENBLUT --- 1/6 --- Thyrschenblut

The Ancient Hordes

Oblivion Without End

Martyr 
 
You are my judge, you pass verdicts on me. 
Your broken deeds waste my last precious bit. 
Father, hangman, the symbol that you wear 
means mercy for all, yet never for me.
 
Your wish for whispers to finally cease 
Son of a whore, bearing  the sign of love 
around your smelly neck.
Leech you drain my blood
And I can still see the dark in my eyes.

While your red robe conceals perversion within its many folds. 
In this red robe the blessings  you will say. 
My foul savior, from the inside you rot. 
Wrapped up in gold, to me yielding just rust. 
Punishing me, your poor disabled child.

You like those games, perverted fucking prick. 
My helplessness, the more it boosts your strength. 
Put on your crown, pronounce the blessing now 
then let us pray, before you’ll have to hang 
on the truth’s noose, false martyr corrupt scum.

Martyr

Band: Charlatan's Ruins
Song: The Long Drawn Search for Escape
Album: Where Dimensions Bled Over
Genre: Melodic Blackened Thrash
Year: 2020

Where Dimensions Bled Over

The Long Drawn Search for Escape

End of Humanity

The Final Judgement

Track 3 from the 2021 release Haustblot.
Full album: https://haljoruna.bandcamp.com/album/haustblot

War

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