Kyrie Eleison

about this album

For those initiated in the ordeals of Malacht, expect everything to be ramped even more this time around. The drums almost redline, the chaos intensifies, the atmosphere thickens, the fucked-upness gets more fucked up. For the inexperienced, imagine being smothered by Christ's love, like a pillow soaked in a blend of frankincense, myrrh, and ether. This is the music that sinister Black Metal devotees hate to love. It's fucked up music, plain and simple—no mather what deity or path inspires the music and visions. There's nothing easy about any of this, no matter how hol(e)y the muse. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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