[Excerpt from ‘Dinosauria, We’ by Charles Bukowski recited by S. Vrath]
Serpents of the Gods call upon your hypocrites
Pray to the fates and the master of the odds
Cry out in ruinous shouts; your end is near!
From your defecated thrones we have feasted on your bones
To mark your pitiful end
Oh lords of mockery, clamour and shout!
Master of the Odds,
Your long unquestioned authority fades to obscurity
Your servants led to the flame, your name is ground to the dust!
We hold the spear of destiny
Cursed with the thirst of a never-ending deicidal lust
We hunger for your sacrificial blood!
Your ruinous corpses draped in red
You speak your names to the keeper of the dead
O spirits of murder, vengeance, agony
Howl out in glorious victory... and scream these words aloud!
The laws of Gods and men are nothing...
We are the lions of the east!
The sons of blasphemy around us...
Your hated relics at our feet
[Solo: Iron]
[Solo: von Moller]
Heed us, kings and high pretenders
This song written in your name
Forgotten are your teachings
Ashen are your houses
Unrivalled is your shame
Die! Serpents of the Gods
Die! Master of the odds
Die! Your time is over – your end is near
credits
from Hubris in Excelsis,
released August 21, 2015
Written by A. Von Moller / J.C. Volgard
Lyrics by A. Von Moller
Excerpt by Charles Bukowski, from "Dinosauria, We"
never been a big death metal fan but this is actually super accessible for the genre, has fun concepts, and personally i'm always a fan of albums with short tracklists and huge runtimes (for individual songs) Great time, good jumping on point for newbies too. alienasu
Scorching black metal from Houston, featuring members of Night Cobra, Oceans of Slumber, Venomous Maximus, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 7, 2023
I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli