Insanity Amok...
Whore groomed enchantress whose spells lure lycanthropes to coffins
Legs spread an alter gilding a reddening sunset for wolves to enter
Her licks and sips dripped virgin silk to ensnare the prey of her demons
To quench her thirst and lust and urge for a blood coat drained from virgins
As her victims wept, euphoria crept casting Christ to shame as her conscience slept
She outshone her wolves in court commanding lust from her perverts
Elizabeth
Bathory
Elizabeth cried more, you fucking whores
Under the churn of skies she shed her guise
To entrap her craves of virgins bared
To hold her youth for eternity's span
A Faustian crime for death she dared
A morbid grave awaited her grace
The town's men mourned the fruits to waste
Swearing oaths to avenge the laid
Elizabeth smiled in all her grace
For none had seen her regal face
One by one the maidens vanished
And left many-a cocks lonely and famished
Elizabeth continued to bathe
In the blood of the slain she sealed her fate
No more!
No more!
No more!
No fucking more!
The villagers cried for her impaled
Caught in sin and brought to shame
Elizabeth held her almighty gaze
A piercing stare that left many dazed
Convicted in trial where she spent her days
The countess died for the sin of her ways
The grimmest taste for a lady of grace
Left a horror to haunt the coming age
credits
from True Black (EP),
released February 2, 2012
Music and lyrics by Thronumgoroth.
Main vocals by Thronumgoroth.
Back up vocals by Lord Funeral.
supported by 13 fans who also own “Elizabeth Bathory”
If there ever was a timely album to sum up the United States in 2020, this is it. Elements of black metal, hymnals, call-and-response, sampled news audio, and Manuel's amazing voice come together to form a beautifully tortured sound.
The term 'avant-garde' is rightfully earned with every moment of this EP. mistermunn
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La mine, c'est le lieu qui met le plus en exergue les disparités sociales : d'un côté ils sont des milliers à descendre dans les entrailles de la terre, de l'autre une poignée s'élève socialement ; d'un côté ils meurent par centaines sous l'effet des coups de grisou, de l'autre ils consolident leurs richesses. Cette dualité, elle traverse aussi Kentucky : d'un côté le black metal atmosphérique asphyxiant, de l'autre l'americana et le folklore héroïque. Panopticon est dans la lutte permanente ! Jordan Vauvert