Wading gapers lash & mow / And in flicking pitch / They call from the bottom / Restless arms / Stretching-out
Blindly bat at the scent of the surface / Where a nodding forest draws / Sweet airs from the sky / To weep down upon them
Beneath the crust / Skin like chalk / Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up / A sigh / That flies straight like an arrow
To bury itself beyond these halls of mould / Reprieve / Rise a bolt from the strong will / Another clambers onto / The Lazarus Cord
A line like dried skin, pearl & taught / Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow / Pressed by wide / Thirsty eyes
Wet with failure and wild with devotion / At its base a brawl of souls / Scrambled structures, flapping and broken
Fallen high / from the cord / Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers / Alone upon that ivory line / A figure climbs the rope
from the rotten heap / Back to life / Out of death / Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths / Bawling out their crimes to the shadow
Elemental, hoarse and forgotten / Beneath the crust / Skin like chalk / Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up / A sigh...
- And the rope reclaims a soul / - To its weave of sinews / Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers / In a slow-formed intimated cascade
Curling smokres step across and, embracing, / Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason / On the Lazarus Cord
- And the rope reclaims a soul / - To its weave of sinews / Blind husks cling to the cord / leveled, their gaze at the / roots and the damp soil,
lined soft with light gossamer / Beheld from the catacomb / by piercing black diamonds / A glazed and gelid ether
As waters over / Waxen features / Their eyes a glass / In granite seizure / But it's all that matters / It's all that matters now
On the Lazarus Cord
supported by 24 fans who also own “The lazarus cord”
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 “The lazarus cord”
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