A Great Duke
An Earl of Hell
A soldier riding a vulture
Wearing a ducal crown
Murmur
The sound of trumpets
The lesser key of solomon
Enochian devil
Demon of the night
Murmur
Order of thrones
Sigil of terror
Send forth Shades of the Dead
Encircle the self.
Bring voices of divination unto the Witch summoning.
God isn’t real, and neither are fallen angels
But I can’t resist heathen imagery
Rebellion against a dead oppression
A murmur in the hearts of greed
A momentary lapse of wicked deeds
Philosophy of antiquated values
Demons haunt the past
Bosses torment the living
Who needs Satan when humanity enslaves and imprisons
A devil laughing in the mirror
Thoughts made no clearer
Stuck in time, no need to rewind
The sorcerers are still here
We are our own worst reflection
Annals, tainted by superstition
A realm scarred by butchers with a holy cause
Swept into the dustbin of history
But not for long
Thank Goddess for this wondrous album, which I should have picked up aeons ago. The otherworldly atmosphere this trio weaves is utterly intoxicating and wholly (holy) their own.
Sincerest thanks for putting this and Feminazgul’s other albums in the feed today @Sælzer Bub; your timing was impeccable! MJ
The mix of raw, brutal rage with beautiful melodies reminds me of fellow Native black metaler Ifernach, but obviously Ushangvagush is very much its own wonderfully twisted creature. Across the ravaged landscape a bleak wind blows, roaring with the voice of the place’s violated Manidou. He is coming for the leech-rot-larval-white settlers with heavy red fists, blazing yellow cat-eyes, and antlers made from the bones of those unjustly slaughtered. He is coming and his vengeance will not be denied. Dave Aftandilian