Standing and still faces
Covered by dusty shrouds
Condemned to spell the alphabet of disease
For relics have slowly drowned in floods
The only thing left is a pair of bone‐made silicas
Designed to cripple the wanderers
seven spears still pierce the holy flank
of a divine carrion confined in mud shelters
He will enter the joyful bliss
With a crown of excrements
And a scapular carved to dismiss…
On this soil may you embroider your tears
Ignore that in your barren bellies
lies the absence of the drunken son
Icon buried in the pomp of apostates
…and in the vice of varicose veins
The world’s embrace is like a belt
lined with thirsty brambles…
Sovereign of unquenched thorns!
Matrix of pale dawns
that every second suffocate
in the shadow of births…
Death has woven in the threads of nothingness
her lace of skulls and lotuses
Lying everywhere like a belly that unfolds
and sets gibbets on fire
Warping as an IUD that becomes a snake
And threatens to pierce the pleura of the pleroma.
Revere feet already eaten by worms
With my mouth glued to her breast, which the augurs twist.
With my left hand I sign my repentance
With the right hand I stab the crucible…
A most vulgar strain of black metal ejaculate from these veteran kings of the underground that proves them one of its' most wicked creations. Merrimack
Finland's URN have churned out a ferocious blend of traditional metal and black thrash for over two decades. 'Iron Will of Power,' sees them detonate nine new blasts of metal mayhem with modern power Merrimack