Todos tenemos una canción la cuál creemos nadie puede disfrutar a nuestro nivel. Y es precisamente "La Monada de la Creación" una de las tantas que yo tengo.
Veintiún minutos de Verdadero Funeral Doom. Un monumento, al Funeral Doom.
Con un estribillo final, alucinante: Un coro de guturales que podría sonar en los confines de la Vida.
Dejen a los maestros del Funeral Doom, hacer Funeral Doom
Sun of midnight, burn, flicker, dance with thee
Flaming soul of purity, burn, unite with thy oracle
Beautiful scent of everdark melodies
Cascading thy heavenly fruit
A drop of water descends, becoming thy body
The monad of all elementals
The womb of the eternal
The seed of the grand oak
To become again, once nature sought
Return the way we came, yet to tread a separate path
Is to become, again, eternal
Only in spirit shall I grasp the tide of nothingness
Stars appear nowhere, their existence paralleled
The symbol of life and death
The totem of something lost
Between manvantara and pralaya
The monad of creation
The pendant of thy being
A concept of illusion
Not everything is seen
30 сен 2024
