Good morning to all you pathetic mortals. You have disgusted me this past week with your perfumed scent and other attempts to mask the smell of decay and death that hangs off you like your loose, liquid-filled skin. Oh how I wish I could peel it from your body at this very instant. But even you, blood and pus filled sacks of foul, vulgar matter deserve a pick-me-up at times. Thus, today I present you with music of the most interesting variety.
It was back in August that I reviewed Adversarial‘s monumental work of blaspheme and praise, Death, Endless Nothing and the Black Knife of Nihilism. Since then, the brilliance of that album has not worn off on either me or the dark lord. Sometimes, late in to the eternal abyss of evening, we sit around a fire, throwing the bodies of children onto embers for fuel, and listen to the album on loop. Thus, you should be doing the same lest you be caught unawares by our death trap.
Pay special attention to the lyrics. There are hidden messages deep within these tracks. Perhaps some clue as to when and in what method your death will be. Regardless, you will die, and wouldn’t it be nice to die listening to this? Me thinks so.
– Ritual Grim