Blood. My ritual. The flame. Reincarnates the evil.
The hill. Flowers at last . The horde reborns in the basement of kings.
Sore. The wounds. Inheritance of the slave. The limbo of souls.
Dies through hatred, reborns through war. Walk through the fire and retakes what is his!
Immortal!
The feet on the ground. The pain, the whip. The red soil.
Dagger in hand. The slave is reborn. The Quilombo is standing!
Immortal!
There is no triumph if the victory was given. There is no conquest in a war without battle.
Only the grain. The scum, scrap. The slave stands up and the empire will die!
The dreams brought by dawn, not even with death will vanish.
From the ground which peace is aimed. Hell is here too.
The eyes open. The fists stand up - will be reborn!
Declares war. The servants against the world - will be reborn!
Every morning brings our heritage of struggle. Inglorious victory in the mud of the street.
Death, darkness, time. The cure. The slave stands and the empire will die!
Raw black metal that brooks no compromises, this has all the ferocious guitars, lo-fi aesthetics and infernal howling you crave. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 30, 2023