When the mills of men have ground us
To the fighting edge of fate.
Who can blame... if lying around us
Is the wreckage of blind hate?
When for dollars we are broken
Like a twig for a fire.
Who can blame if by that token
We inflame in razing ire?
Darkness surrounds the masses of lore
For a pittance we have done,
Who can blame if we give battle?
We are many, they are one!
Before him burn the great unwinking lights,
The hectic stars of city nights,
Red as hell‘s pit, green as a mermaid‘s hair.
A queer half—acrid smell is in the air.
Behind him on the shelves in ordered rows
With strange abbreviated names
Dwell half the facts of life.
That young man knows
Bottled and boxed and powdered here
Dumb tragedies, deceptions and secret shames.
Hands down one of the most unique black metal albums ever. But honestly, calling it just "black metal" is a disservice to this piece of art. The seamless mixture of black metal with Brazilian folk and even some ambient and psychedelic bits is second to none. One of the best all around metal experiences you can ever hope to have. Ryan
From the same mastermind behind Kaatayra and Bríi comes Vauruvã, an atmospheric black metal project in similar folksome fashion, just a lot of more aggressive. I am a fan of the style of music this guys puts out. 7/10 RJ