Khronometr vechnosti tresnul, I vremya
Potokom, potopom, pod tokom mgnoven'ya
Smyvayet pokrovy, zhelan'ya I mysli,
A veter poyet
Peskom zasypaya pustyye glaznitsy
Obrushilos' nebo nad tverd'yu grobnitsey.
A zhizn' prosypayetsya v kletkakh I nervakh,
I tot kto posledniy stanovitsya pervyy.
Vypletayu chudo iz redkogo, dragotsennogo naslazhdeniya,
Moi ruki stanovyatsya vetkami, nogi vrastayut v mgnoveniye.
Gloriously unrelenting, the new black metal masterpiece from Moray uses slashing riffs and searing vocals to tell an unsettling story. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 5, 2023