We must play our lives like soldiers in the field
The life is short
I'm running faster all the time
Strength and beauty destined to decay
So cut the rose into funeralbloom
'Til the fearless come and the act is done
A love like blood
A love like blood
'Til the fearless come and the act is done
A love like blood
A love like blood
Everyday through all frustration and despair
Love and hate fight with burning hearts
'Til legends live and man is god again
And self-preservation rules the day no more
We must dream of promised lands and fields
That's never fade in season
As we move towards no end
We learn to die
Red tears are shed on gray
'Til the fearless come and the act is done
supported by 6 fans who also own “Love Like Blood”
Increasingly I find instrumental music has the power to crush, rebuild and uplift in a way that nothing else can. This album is a case in point. Portrays the world in all its darkness and horror while still wondering at its beauty. Really hope these guys are doing OK. Recolour
supported by 6 fans who also own “Love Like Blood”
What might a band like Indian Summer or Native Nod sound like if they were thrashing around a 21st century basement? It could be something like this. Luke
supported by 6 fans who also own “Love Like Blood”
La traversée du désert n'aura pas duré quarante jours mais quatre longues années...
Avec Панихида, Батюшка renaît enfin de ses cendres et, bien que désormais seul (ou plus exactement entouré de deux chanteurs), Христофор accomplit un miracle. Il s'inscrit dans la continuité de Литоургиiа avec un black metal orthodoxe qui nous convie ici à une cérémonie dédiée aux morts. Sa vision est englobante : les mélodies, la gravité et le silence font toucher le paradis ; l'agressivité est luciférienne. Jordan Vauvert