Arson Cafe: lo-fi lowlife

Thursday, November 01, 2018

lo-fi lowlife - d. 6

Abysmal Lord

Playlist:

The One - II
Sun Worship - Castle High
Aasgard - Splendour of the Barbaric Winter
Grafvitnir - The Great Beast
Azaghal - Tuhkaan Kirjoitettu
Celestial Bloodshed - Truth Is Truth, Beyond God
Morbid - Wings of Funeral
Hellvetic Frost - Ravaged through Sorrow
Rimfrost - Mountains of Mana
Slaughttbath - Impale Them
Profanatica - Scourging and Crowning

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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.