From scratch starts the sloping off
To a wilderness
Undertow colossal leads me like lead
Past life trespassers
Sold strange to my soiled my eyes
Underwater rain parade
I can’t collide!
Oh Lord… What would it take to smother these crones?
Let’s get skeletal
Necro-spiritual
There’s murder in the cronehouse tonight
Their skullharp scriptures
Catholic boyschool
We’ll smother the bones of our past tonight
Let’s get skeletal
Necro-spiritual!!
Skulls grin from passing cars
Through the traffic of the dead
They laugh me up their ancient sleeves
Into the borderless beyond
Wayside pastors gracing black pastures
“I’m boarding sinking ships”*
Oh please God smother these crones
Let’s get skeletal
Necro-spiritual
There’s murder in the cronehouse tonight
Their skullharp scriptures
Catholic boyschool
We’ll smother the bones of our past tonight
supported by 24 fans who also own “Smother the crones”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
supported by 22 fans who also own “Smother the crones”
Absolutely strong, black and bitter, like a cup of good old coffee or a properly packed pipe of strong tobacco. The album won't let you go unless you listen through it since the very first minute to the very last one, sunken in the frozen obsydian abyss. 10/10. lanserger22