Arson Cafe: Lo-fi Lowlife

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Lo-fi Lowlife - D.1

Watain - I Am The Earth
Ravencult - Sacrilege of Death
Tsjuder - Lord of Swords
Baptism - Esoteric Spheres
Funeral Mist - Bread to Stone
Hate Forest - Elder Race
Aosoth - Songs Without Lungs
Nazxul - World Oblivion
Sorgsvart - Hedersmann
Korgonthurus - Puhtistuksen Tulet
Thunderbolt - Call from the Ancient Time
Belenos - Terre de Brume
Horna - Nostalgiaa

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Reckoning

From all the hills came screams. A piece of sky beside the crescent sun was detaching. It was a loosened circle of evening sky, suddenly lighted from the back. It was an abrupt black body out of nowhere; it was a flat disk; it was almost over the sun. That is when there were screams. At once this disk of sky slid over the sun like a lid. The sky snapped over the sun like a lens cover. The hatch in the brain slammed. Abruptly it was dark night, on the land and in the sky. In the night sky was a tiny ring of light. The hole where the sun belongs is very small. A thin ring of light marked its place. There was no sound. The eyes dried, the arteries drained, the lungs hushed. There was no world. We were the world’s dead people rotating and orbiting around and around, embedded in the planet’s crust, while the earth rolled down. Our minds were light-years distant, forgetful of almost everything.