Jewel case with all lyrics and various artwork in the booklet, released through Nacroleptica Productions. Limited to 95 copies.
Includes unlimited streaming of Necrohermitage of the Emotionally Starved
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Fathomage White Logo
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The Fathomage logo printed on a Gildan 5000 Heavy Cotton Tee. Great choice with a nice relaxed cut, this is the perfect tee to fit a variety of body shapes and sizes.
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Unto the vampyric crypts of perpetual doom
Is found the dozens of empty miseries
Mourning to praise their Thrall
They bow unto the Blackened Diadem
The Thrall screeches their ancient stories
Of how they were banished into their ground
Archaic bodies crushed by the ages
They are bound to wither in silence
Their timeless bows before the aeons
Will become tales on carved stone
They will soon descend with the Dark Moloch
And praise his ethereal shadows
Behold, their rotting tombs are open
With their groaning and distaste of Veliki Rod
They gather for their folkmoot
To release their inner demonic spirits
Ever dying and ever-glooming
They mourn to their Thrall of pain and plague
Soon crawling into their tombs
They light the Black Lantern in honour of the evil one
They are buried to wither and die
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On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert