Underneath a pale cold moon, she awaits the arrival...
...of the one who is born from sin, with which to have her way
To drink from the soul of a wicked man that's near to death
Caress the skin so pale and fading away
Evil one
I call thy name
I lean in for the kill
Suck the soul
From his husk
On this night
Blood was spilled
I feel the rush in my veins
A diabolical realization
I feel his eyes
Crushing over me
Are you pleased, oh lord?
Now the time has come to leave
Fly out over the blackened sea
No sail, no wind we need
We ride to the hill of sorcery
By death
A wicked meeting
By blood
Be bound
By death
a wicked meeting
In shadows
We arise
The night is darker than you think on the other side
Where evil never dies
The wind is colder than you think on the other side
Where the light it goes to die
To drink from the soul of a wicked man that's near to death
Caress the skin so pale and fading away
supported by 60 fans who also own “Hills Of Sorcery”
What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
supported by 56 fans who also own “Hills Of Sorcery”
Masterful use of acoustic passages and synth stuff. This is definitely my favorite black metal-dungeon synth kinda album I've found recently. Each track flows into the next so well, I cannot recommend it enough. Perri
supported by 44 fans who also own “Hills Of Sorcery”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal