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Frostherz - Untitled II

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ADDICTS

Never—no, never—could they have imagined it.
That an encounter with an extraterrestrial civilization might come to pass. Yes, the probability existed. But it seemed so infinitesimal, so distant, that it belonged more to dream than to calculation. Humanity lifted its gaze to the stars, convinced that if such a day ever arrived, it would be written in the heavens.

And yet…

The worst nightmare took shape.
Yes, a civilization existed—alien, monstrous, and all too real.
The encounter came, but not where we expected.

No… not in the firmament.
Not in the frozen infinity of space.

But beneath our feet.
Beneath the Earth’s crust.

It was there we found them.
A swarming immensity, ancient and foul. The air reeked of damp stone and rotting flesh; the ground quivered beneath the innumerable stirrings of their bodies. In the dark resounded the chittering of their limbs, the wet rasp of their breath, the obscene scraping of flesh against stone. Even the most battle-hardened souls felt their minds split, for to gaze upon those shapes—nameless, writhing, obscene—was to stand at the very threshold of madness.

And this discovery… tolled the death knell of mankind.

For we then understood that we had never been the masters of this world.
That our empires, our religions, our sciences were but fragile ornaments resting upon a treacherous surface.
Since ages older than ocean and mountain, beneath the weight of stone and fire, the true sovereigns had slumbered. Their memory already haunted our myths: Hades, Tartarus, the underworld—forebodings repressed, disguised as legend.

We were but a fleeting dream, an illusion of autonomy.
And already, in the bowels of the earth, something stirs.
The true masters awaken.
Their hour is not to come—
it has come.


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Jamais, non jamais, ils n’auraient pu l’imaginer. Qu’une rencontre avec une civilisation extraterrestre puisse advenir — certes, la probabilité existait. Mais elle paraissait si infime, si lointaine, qu’elle relevait davantage du songe que du calcul. L’humanité levait les yeux vers les étoiles, persuadée que si ce jour devait survenir, il serait écrit dans le ciel. Et pourtant… Le pire cauchemar prit corps. Oui, une civilisation existait — étrangère, monstrueuse, et bien réelle. La rencontre eut lieu, mais pas là où nous l’attendions. Non… pas dans le firmament. Pas dans l’infinité glaciale de l’espace. Mais sous nos pieds. Sous la croûte terrestre. C’est là que nous les découvrîmes. Une immensité grouillante, ancienne et fétide. L’air empestait la pierre moite et la chair en décomposition ; le sol vibrait sous le fourmillement innombrable de leurs corps. Dans l’obscurité résonnaient le cliquetis de leurs membres, le râle visqueux de leur respiration, le frottement immonde de chairs contre la roche. Même les âmes les plus aguerries sentirent leur esprit se fendre, car contempler ces formes — innommables, grouillantes, obscènes — revenait à marcher au seuil même de la folie. Et cette découverte… sonnait le glas de l’humanité. Car nous comprîmes alors que nous n’avions jamais été les maîtres de ce monde. Que nos empires, nos religions, nos sciences n’étaient que des ornements fragiles posés sur une surface trompeuse. Depuis des ères plus anciennes que l’océan et la montagne, sous le poids de la pierre et du feu, les véritables souverains sommeillaient. Leur souvenir rôdait déjà dans nos mythes : Hadès, le Tartare, les enfers — autant de pressentiments refoulés que nous avions déguisés en légendes. Nous n’étions qu’un rêve fugace, une illusion d’autonomie. Et déjà, dans les entrailles de la terre, quelque chose remue. Les véritables maîtres s’éveillent. Leur heure n’est pas à venir — elle est venue.

The Hour of the Depths

melting machine | untitled project 001 sessions | ambient atmospheric psyche drone industrial horror WIP | skating 9 25 bpm take 1 82625

While not Lycanthropy's Spell's best release, that would be reserved for Glorification of the Night, but it is a fascinating and rewarding release. Lycanthropy's Spell was comprised of Sarmak on guitars and vocals and Inferis on drums. On this recording we find them playing a form of depressive yet magical black metal, music that really takes you to another place, a dark morbid winter forest perhaps, fogged in and cold, and then doesn't let you out until the end of the tape.

Sarmak was one of the most original black metal guitarists you'll ever hear. He played in a fluid way that seems to be moving at its own desires and whims, always moving and leading you onward deeper down its dark misty paths. There is a strong folk element to his writing, yet it is not an obvious influence, more of something that is there as a basis to his writing style.

Inferis' drum work is fluid to match Sarmak's playing, he uses a number of beats on here, but in general his work on here is more standard black metal then his work on Glorification of the Night, on that release he does some amazing drum work that is integral to the very feeling and mood of the album. On here it fits and is often interesting.

This is a intense depressive journey, Lycanthropy's Spell was talented at taking you to another world with almost magical music that seems to speak volumes with very little. Like going to a dark frigid winter forest, this album transports you out of the pain of life. Though this album does feel a little more experimental, with a lot of ideas, not all of which work all the time, the fact that there are so many ideas and so much inspiration is one of the best things about this. LS had more ideas and more musical feeling then 90% of the current "scene."

This is one of my favorites and I suggest if you can find it to pick it up if you like raw atmospheric black metal.

https://www.metal-archives.com/reviews/Lycanthropy%27s_Spell/Misanthropic_Visions/64214/Taliesin/49667

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Frostherz - Untitled II

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