merdėjantis angelas

As Winter Burns White - this sentence... is my only friend

In the low light where sounds birth learns to breathe,
dark eroticism already hums like deep bass-line.

Let us say that it is not the body that speaks here first,
but the fragile void before the note and tension lands ... tremor held between silence and desire.

Music moves  through shadow—
slow, deliberate, never naming what it touches.

serpent of a minor chord leans closer than words,
a rhythm lingers where restraint melts,
teaching longing how to sway.

echoes,
vinyl crackle, velvet night,

 voices with secrets it refuses to confess.

It is the art of almost,
the seduction of what remains just out of reach.

In this space, sound and desire conspire.

They remind us that the deepest intimacy
is often heard, 
felt in the pulse.


13) Black souls kneel in fog of flesh

Goatcraft Torment

Et steg nærmere Lucifer

Ond Spiritism

Helvetestoner

Hate Them

Divided We Stand

The Underground Resistance

Lesser Men

Enter the Moonlight Gate

Lamia

Heaven Shall Burn ... When We Are Gathered

Glorification of the Black God

Glorification of the Black God

Marduk