Gritos enviados a través del tiempo
Suspiros olvidados en las tristes sepulturas de los vencidos
Las historias han muerto pero el alma vive
La sangre sigue fluyendo en las lágrimas del paisaje
Nosotros somos las obras pintadas en rostros de lobo
Quemados en la tierra de la conquista
Reyes de los valles, poder ancestral
Nosotros somos las obras pintadas en rostros de lobo
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After listening to Ysyry Mollvün, listening to Downfall of Nur was urgent and turned out to be one of the best decisions I have made in quite some time: Umbras de Barbagia is simply magisterial; the atmosphere can hardly be compared to anything else. There is a deep, palpable connection to nature imbueing each very fibre of this record. The amalgamation of black metal and folk elements is done with a high intuition for detail and class, resulting in a highly immersive experience. Wonderful. David Fischer
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definetely one of my favourite bm projects lately, love the synth elements. makes you remember how amazing, but terrifying, space really is :) scumdrug
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He should bottle his songwriting patience, his superior expressive timing and sell it. Ennoven knows how to develop heavy anticipation and expertly build it to the point of euphoric release like few others do. Raemar
Joseph Hawker subverts the musical and sociopolitical status quo with a black metal triptych that's as incendiary as it is impressionistic. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2022
supported by 8 fans who also own “En rostros de lobo”
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