Moon

Demo I

A quick fix of unrelenting BM.

Raw Moon is a relatively new band, this being their first and only release. It clocks at around 8 minutes but what it lacks in length is made up for in ferocity. Armed with teeth cracking production and a howling banshee for a vocalist Raw Moon will blister even the most seasoned of ears. There isn't too much to say about this, only that its a raw black metal demo worth the download. 

Peril

Fatal Peril
Twin Peril satisfy Blaq Masq's superb beats with up to par viper-like lyrical execution.

It's midnight and a torpid cloud of darkness looms over the castle town. A soothing wind pushes past the surrounding forest and settles within the city walls. In the tall grass I lie prone waiting,listening. And in an instant like a possessed shade I dart across the field and climb up the stone wall. None of the guards notice as I subtly eliminate them one by one, leaving their corpses to decay in a shadowy corner. My footsteps are indiscernible, my body cloaked in hues of gray and black, my movements vaporous.
Above dimly lit houses I leap with the fresh scent of blood wafting behind me and with nimble precision I slither into the Feudal Lord's quarters. Even if he is was to awake from his slumber he wouldn't be able to distinguish me from the ever-shifting shadows. And so I stand there cloaked, staring at my enemy in a state of callous satisfaction. How pleasant it must feel in his dream; to be blissfully at peace even on the verge of his death. And with an articulate stroke I swipe him clean of his voice and leave him sprawling on the floor, blood gushing from his neck. Then, without sound nor scruple I vanish like smoke into the forest wind.

III

III

Darkspace's affect is parallel to the vacuuming force of the ever-expanding universe.

It is true that when one broadens their horizon what was once significant slowly diminishes across space. To float in the endless abyss of a chaotic dimension unsure of the past,present or future will corrupt any human distinction. And from this seed of darkness and pressure new perspectives surface. A bleak but omnipotent perspective that under the scope of human intellect will evaporate vapid thoughts. Lay way to the universal truth in form of a blanketing shade and from Earth's tomb exhume what is left...

Torn from the sighs of imploding stars and crashing asteroids a small crystal of clarity is formed. From it a question can be answered truthfully and of it an ineffable amount of energy was exhausted.  For clarity in a chaotic universe is but a blissful fantasy brought upon by a narrow human perspective.

Chain

Across Great Landscapes to a Legacy of Blood

This here is some superb USBM carved in the backwoods of the US and varnished with a thick angry buzzing production. 

In a cabin under the fog of a blanked out sun lies a trapdoor. Beneath it a dimly lit hallway constructed of cobblestone and plywood stretches deeper and deeper towards other untouched corridors. The hallways narrow the further one goes in the maze of untouched doors. Under the luminance of fire one can point out arcane symbols and writings etched into said doors and in the instance of walking past them a frigid aura exhales from the rotting elm wood. At the end of the hallway there is one door that is unique to all others. It stands tall and skeletal in its ebony wood aegis and as if untouched by time, shows no sign of deterioration. Its stiles are slender and made of jagged rock; curving towards the center of the door. The lock is coated in cobwebs and from the looks of it, hasn't been turned in centures. I take out the key which has been passed down my line of family for generations and with the utmost caution I insert and turn it. The door after all this time of inactivity, spits it's accumulated dust in my face and after a few coughs I pull the heavy door back. There was already a light in the room before I entered, it was so miniscule and spectral that it didn't come from anywhere, it was just...there. And in the middle of the room along of the lines of a pentagram there was one man...Torturer.

First Post

Whats up anybody unlucky enough to straggle upon my incomplete blogspot. 'Tis my first attempt at such and I will mostly be posting music, namely underground shit that may range from jazz-fusion to low-fi black metal. While the genres may vary it is for certain faggotry in the shape of art and music shall be boldly forbidden.