Dice The Roll

Sitting in his smile, once, one remembers the warm laughter and lap of a mystery to behold.

Somewhere out there, a new mystery is silence in the brewing of the dark corners, where the rolls are diced and lives are counted.

Remember The Aether

Dreams are memories surpassed in the abyss, drowned in the aether. Folded facets archived only in the depths of limbo. To remember is to recall the mantras of the ever unfolding limbo…like the smell and chants of thousands marching in Mordor’s night shrouds, vivid memories of the lost home forgotten by ages.

Getting Scared

If there’s one thing I’ve always found memorable about extreme metal music it must be its ghastly, morbid imagery. Maybe it is true that this type of music belongs to such imageries. Maybe it is also true what Ozzy Osbourne once said that being scared simply sells…because most of us like being scared.

But how easy would it be for us to get scared nowadays, anyway? With so much information and images being spun on the worldwide web, does anything still scare most us? A live feed beheading? Yup. Seen that.  Random shootings at schools? Seen those too. Gory disembowelments? Please. That’s daily shit on the internet.  

As we grow desensitized to all manner of things that used to be scary, it is always a pleasant surprise when you do stumble upon things that simply make the hairs on your neck stand on attention…Even more so if it is actually something from the extreme underground music scene, a place that is simply fucking over-saturated with ‘scary’ shits…