Under the cold depths of the Inner Mountains
Behind the Snake Den, great vestige lies asunder
Like a vine-grown crumbling stone wall
Among the Fallen State, standing firm and ancient
Pure form of thought, matter I've transcended
What's perennial, perpetuates suffering
Harmonies I pluck, with strings of the universe
Space belongs to me, can you hear me scream?
Turning the hate mode on!
To the limit, you will feel
(What?!)
Powers that make
Shadows crawl through the night
Slithering up and down the neck
It's freezing, it breaks me and I want out
Flesh is evil it grips forever
Spoken words:
At once indistinguishable speech
Appears from beyond the Great Horizon
Learning their tongue means sacrifice
But courage is there for madness
Utop the Misty Hill chilling winds howl and sublime prisms reflect all
Images that cannot be unseen
Fiery sigils brand the endless cycle
Imprisoned God sitting on the Black Throne of Chaos
Turning the hate mode on!
Soul and reason are laid to rest
Instincts burst with fanatical rage
Reproducing my pain to infinity
I'm born to suffer, share the pain
Neverending these dimensions
Endless slipgates, ultra-nightmare
Songs for hopeless...
The Indonesian act Kekal leaves no genre unturned, colliding black metal with industrial music with melodic post-rock on this stunning LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 25, 2023