Where all life is scared
of what lurks in the night
Indifferent to society
Beneath the rising moon
The birds don't sing here
They screech in pain
If god has made this,
they made it with disdain
All life is choking
Killing to survive
When death is ordinary
Your life means naught
Beneath the rising moon
Overwhelming murder
Where death fuels life
Pervading chaos
The stars in the sky
Asphyxiation
A nature base and vile
Brutal in it's majesty...
if one grows, one dies
Beneath the rising moon
Where all life is scared
of what lurks in the night
Indifferent to society
Beneath the rising moon
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What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub