From the swirling blackness
With voices screaming through the night
Dragged into oblivion
Swallowed by a black fire
On forbidden planes you walk
Cursed by every misdeed
Echoing in halls built upon shame
Memories taunting every step
Every piece of fondness is tainted
Twisting faces persecute your dreams
Clawing from the walls grabbing for your soul
Tearing away your vices and pulling apart your flesh
Caught within the flow of misery
Contorted faces feast upon your spirit
Slowly burning away
Watching the one you knew forever change
From the swirling blackness
Screams that rupture the silence
The writhing creatures long forgotten
Devoured by the unreachable prison of despair
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Mikolaj is a real multi-talent in bass as well as guitar as well as vocals and "Darkside" Maciej's drumming is a well-calibrated 100th-of-seconds-clockwork. Not for nothing is Mgla considered as a standard for a lot of other blacker-than-black metal bands. I hope to see this band live once..... grote_smurf
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This album is just 100/100, like so many albums from mgla. How can a band hit the spot so many times? They are incredible. Thank you for accompanying me almost daily these days :) adrianradillo
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This is the most personally appealing piece of music I have run into in a long time - from the beautiful lyrics and art and the crushing, non pretentious gorgeous heavy music. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, crushing - are there are other words? Gorgeous, exquisite.... sock4never
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024
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I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli