homo extinctor | cold spawn spat in the uteri | filling the womb of the earth with disgust | the progeny of our feeble race is starving to death and we procreate to still our hungers with our own flesh | poor and meager landscapes feed the violated | scorched earths aesthetics sooths the dying | we defeated humanity in a fierce act of self mutilation | a cracked foundation is torn apart | we stumble into our own blades sharpened for defense | didn't you say we were the pride of creation | we are the feeble soon too weak to carry our starving bodies through the deserts we've created | deserted is the land as are the hearts | we are self-proclaimed creators with infinite destructive potential | this is no cycle but a cyclopean downward spiral | we are the virus that exterminates ourselves | a new age is dawning | this will be the ultimate dying
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released December 17, 2016
Music, Lyrics, Recording & Mix: Weird Fate
Master: Die Tonmeisterei Oldenburg
supported by 4 fans who also own “Defeating the Sun”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann