...- Ascending to the Night Sky

Brood Of Vipers

mass shooter

Belowground - Happy Pills (NotOkGhost Cover)

Cobson Kraus

teenager_in_love

Hot on the heels of their critically acclaimed Leviaxxis demo, released earlier this year by W.T.C. PRODUCTIONS, fast-rising German black metal cult DYSANGELIUM unleash their highly anticipated debut album, Thánatos Áskēsis . As prefaced by Leviaxxis, the sound of Thánatos Áskēsis  can rightfully be described as tyrannical: swift and strategic, roiling and rumbling, surging and striking, DYSANGELIUM exude a startling confidence and authority beyond their young years as a band. The nine songs here righteously uphold the banner of orthodox black metal, but the Teutonic quintet work in a dazzling array of dynamics and nuance, especially in the unique, authoritative throat of vocalist Sektarist 0: it's literally the mouth of HELL, and his bandmates follow suit with incendiary performances and muscular execution. Even the song titles - among them, "Gateways to Necromancy," "I Am the Witness, I Am the Servant," and "Words Like Flames" - back up these claims. Soon enough, DYSANGELIUM's Thánatos Áskēsis  will be spoken of as a momentous record in the pantheon of pure-and-proud black metal.

Gateways To Necromancy

taken from the "The Cosmic Trance Into The Void" 12"LP

Hic Iacet - Mahakala

not sure when this was originally uploaded, found it on soulseek

demos

яйца demo (prod. mangust)

We Wish You A Merry Christmas (Weezer cover)

Hell Sink

Lyrics:

talk to me like you're mine
delegate down my spine
all the things
you want me to do
I'll do it right
and I'll do it nice
and I'll do it
fine, I'll do it right now
I'll do it right now
yeah

the taste of the blood on my lips
is because you hit with your fists
when an open slap to the face would do
the color of the bruise on my hip
is the blue that makes whiskey hard to sip
when I can 
drown my sorrows
in the aftertaste of you

and I know there ain't no proof
that I never loved you
but I think I just wanted a bruise
and a hate fuck or two
lucky me, hey, I found you
but there ain't no use
in singing aloud
about it

because the taste of the blood on my lips
is because you hit with your fists
when an open slap to the face would do
the color of the bruise on my hip
is the blue that makes whiskey hard to sip
when I can 
drown my sorrows
in the aftertaste of you

You weren't a beater, no
I'll give you that
can't say you weren't a cheater, though
Oh, you earned that
Can't say I'm not a believer
that the light left you
In fact
I'd say it
was never really
there at all

and the taste of the blood on my lips
is because you hit with your fists
when an open slap to the face would do
and the color of the bruise on my hips
is the blue that makes whiskey hard to sip
when I know I can 
just drown my sorrows
in the aftertaste of you

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