Search for me in the waste of sterile seed
Know me by the scent of spoiled meat
I am the hunger in the rapists eyes
The ecstasy in the vaginal tear
The feverish howl of lunacy
The gasp from the tightening rope
The wet sigh of genocide
The swallowed tongue of seizures bite
Bestow upon me
your offerings
Of abandoned young and feral beast
For to know me is to know the void
to speak my name to praise its work
For through these jaws shall pass
The honeyed nectar of human blood
And through you my spirit corrupts
The usher of apocalypse dawn
Like the supplicant’s tongue on rusted blades
Like the cries of infants drowning in wet earth
Until the final pillar of Abraham crumbles
And the ashes of man
Smother the world.
supported by 21 fans who also own “The Nectar Of Human Blood (Remaster)”
PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten
Brooding black metal on Vendetta records, Svartmálm slow the genre’s core ingredients and add bracing emotional heft. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 20, 2018
supported by 20 fans who also own “The Nectar Of Human Blood (Remaster)”
This is the most personally appealing piece of music I have run into in a long time - from the beautiful lyrics and art and the crushing, non pretentious gorgeous heavy music. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, crushing - are there are other words? Gorgeous, exquisite.... sock4never