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Flesh Cathedral

by Svartidauði

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David Fischer
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David Fischer Svartidauði, the Icelandic legends, to me are one of the entire black metal scene's very pillars and ambassador of a chaotic, swirling and utterly intimidating style. Flesh Cathedral is a triumphant release, even more so considering it's their debut full-length. I even prefer it to Revelations of the Red Sword, which I heard first. These four tracks full of abrasive, highly recognisable vocals and nightmarish guitar riffs are uncomfortable and yet as spellbinding as aurora borealis. Magnificent. Favorite track: Flesh Cathedral.
Zao0
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Zao0 Un chef-d'oeuvre! Du black metal à son meilleur.
mourner
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mourner All tracks are mighty and feel like they are primeval monsters. Uncompromising and full of swirling darkness and dissonance, Flesh Cathedral unfolds huge hypnotic qualities and will keep you in it's fangs. Favorite track: Flesh Cathedral.
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1.
The age of divine splendour has come to an end. A world, a world of beauty has disintegrated before our eyes. Here is no peace, here is madness and much of sin. Sterile seeds in a cold, rotting soil. This is the grave in which we lay the last of your hollowed idols. For here stands nothing erect, but the gallows and crumbling monuments. The Earth is covered in ash and our lungs have filled with worms. The dead eyes close as the disgusting light flickers at the withering horizon.. mutilated flesh and dripping vomit. The shepherds of sickness are caught in a black torrent of the blossoming death.
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Cross the borders of nightmares, venture into the sphere of horrors and gaze upon the distorted reflection of the immense nothingness of the universe. The scriptures are thus inverted and the crown of worlds devoured and defiled by adverse angels of abysmal abominations. O illuminating horror trismegistus, vomit forth the laughter of dead birds into the blood soaked mould. Adorn the altar with entrails of whores, from hell I enter the white chapel. A head is lowered in horror before the transcendental mutilation of the mind within the impenetrable night. O the perpetual nothing.
3.
Spewing black menses from the bowels of the earth. Forms of breathing filth ascend from rotting soil; A temple with pillars made of bones, the host to the queen of abominations and her arachnid monuments. Now let infinite worlds burn black with lust beneath the crystalized eye of dementia. Infuse the rotting hearts and enter the Flesh Cathedral. Risen from the dissected thorax of creation. Ascending from the rotting soil. Ascending from the scorched earth.
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Father of a thousand deaths! Illuminating blaze of addiction! Veins torn asunder to receive thy venom, to conjure chaos, through the gateways your poison offers! Deranged and devoted to infect and to inject! To Reach beyond the void and the primordial waters for I am become death, the destroyer of worlds! Back alley chapels, filled with black smoke. Psychoactive sacraments; Lifeless Shadows and Damnation. Conceived in incestuous congregation, developing gluttony for sin and perverse pleasures. Directed by the devil's hand, like a moth to the flame that is the grandeur of hell. Inhale this repugnant ghost, fill your black lungs with rotting smoke. Far beyond the heavenly radiance the cenobites of misery share the gospel in a poisonous communion. Brothel of a thousand young. What monstrous horrors lie buried beneath the cavernous depths of your psyche?

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All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.

Recorded at Studio Emissary in the early winter of 2011, Flesh Cathedral is an epic journey through labyrinthine nightmares and hallucinogenic initiation. Chronicling years of meditative abuse of body and mind, bearing the fruit of turmoil and transcendental decadence. As the debut full length of SVARTIDAUÐI, the Flesh Cathedral stands as a monument of transfigurations and apocalyptic lust.

Cross the borders of nightmares...
...venture into the sphere of whorrors...
...enter the Flesh Cathedral.

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released December 3, 2012

All music and lyrics © Svartidauði 2012
Produced by Stephen Lockhart at Studio Emissary, Reykjavík, Iceland
Artwork by Babalon Graphics / Heresie Graphics

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