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CRUST - .​.​.​AND A DIRGE BECOMES AN ANTHEM (2020) Post Black Sludge Metal

by RUMF Productions

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Christian Mumford of course!!! bathory ... nokturnal mortum... John carpenter ... akhaharu... in the name of obar tak Fi, kick Norsemen and hells Angels out of upstate new York... fight another pagans and Blue Angels shootout in new Jersey... barbecue baby?!! antiseen! graveland!! Favorite track: Graveland.
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Your kingdom of pleasure corrupts your mind, And flesh becomes dark like rotten mess of fallen leaves. Her skin pleaded for refreshment, but it withered with her hopes for salvation. Truth is like a fresh stream that feeds the lands suffered from draught. And winds come, and they bring vultures, and they sip the stream dry, enslaving the future with grief. Defeat feeds the flames of anger, beholding the horizon blackened from deaths. Diamond tears leave your eyes. We want to know lies Unable to accept the truth that our lives are threads in the canvas of time. We want to know lies when the last hope dies. And a weak soul departs from your earthy flesh. And a toothless mouth of grave swallows it. Approaching grave, Hear the steps of death. Approaching grave, The reaper takes its scythe, a sharp and merciless blade.
2.
Blessed are the sick and blessed are the ugly As they know their place and strive for nothing. In the world ruled by prejudice the right of life was abolished. Throats of those who spoke their mind are slit. Carry the torch through the darkest cave, in the land of doom, where evil breeds. In the darkness of coffin rests a body so cold. Who was the lord of his spirit can rule it no more. Mournful dirge spreads bitterness and modest tears. Winds howl the song of death. Gracefully a faceless digger of graves turns over the last spade of soil and blows out a dying flame of life. Deadly stench chokes the living ones. Carry the torch in the darkest times, when winds howl the song of death.
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acoustic instrumental
4.
Dust to dust thunder rumbles Conspiracy of black nights Composes orders with whisper of smokes In a wide circle of enraged little ones (youngsters) Against useless days Sabbaths of fallen leaves dance in circles Among the spears of trees that look upwards In the triumphal sunset of mind they cause fears Defeating the will to life with no steel in hands Those who’ve lost the petrified truth Won’t forget the laws of interrupted existence In black swamps of oblivion they’ll float Сlad in flesh like in iron chains
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Bloody fogs of retaliation Bring forth disdain The hammer of demolition Destroys repent Black messengers of evil Blow apocalyptic pipes Canvas of life is torn apart Convert your fears into strengths As old gods can no longer rule the lands Ancient wisdom is treated as ignorance Divinity of magic fades away and dies There was a door But I found no will to enter As I was afraid of changes Life of a hermit with freedom in his cage Loneliness in a fragile shell Senseless mediocre depravity Reveals the nakedness of vulgar bigotry Songless birds suffocate in tremendous efforts to sing Blind folks suffocate in tremendous efforts to see
6.
Graveland 05:36
I feel stillness and the whisper of souls They restlessly ramble Damp fresh graves like open wounds Wait for their new owners I feel the numb skin of the dead I am the dead Broken bones slowly rot And souls roam like vagabonds A dead horse is rising It’s carrying the reaper His black gown is falling down Covering cold pale faces Black hoof marks of evil Lead to the fathomless abyss Red eyes are watching Lips of those who keep silent
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ambient Instrumental

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The seventh full-length album by Russian Post Black Sludge Metal anvil. The release is riddled with dampness, despair, dope, and grief. Immerse yourself in the World of Darkness and Psychedelics.

Genre: Sludge/Doom/Post Black
Location: Veliky Novgorod, Russia

Label: mmmesss
Distribution: (No Name) Label & RUMF Productions

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released August 14, 2020

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