He laughs in delight. Delight at the shrines of madness, of edification of profane institutions held on high. Delight at the reverence for the abominations of the past, of the eternal bitterness of the vestiges of death that soothe our faculties. From terra firma, from the sodden grave, from the torn veil, from the planes of defilement to the eschelons of ecstacy do the signs portend of reverence for that mighty swift claw of blight. No matter the guise. Change forms, it is the same. Feign innocence, ignorance or disinterest.
All your pride has been brought down to the grave along with the noise of your harps; the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.
From the Visceral Abyss
To be released on March 28
Enter the Hypogeum
Sepulchral Carrion God
From the Visceral Abyss
Sevenhundreddogsfromhell
Strangling Visions
And Darkness was All
Tomb Corpse Haruspex
