Crucified and left to die
With martyred madman dripping at my side
Rusted nails stick through my hands
I’ve no breath left to claim my innocence
With haggard breath and blood-drenched thighs
The crows descend to pick my fucking eyes
Now, behold the son of God
The torn cadaver; drag him through the mud
Call him not the king of kings
I bow my head but for my suffering
I hang on the cross to bleed
Tried for a petty thief
Reduced to writhe in shame
And no one will know my name
This fool shall rot with me
On this plain of Calvary
Depraved, consumed by pain
And no one will know my name
We die; this place of skulls, it hungers for our flesh
We lie; the self-proclaimed immortal laid to rest
I die, blood pouring from my hands and from my feet
I lie, a worthless piece of filthy, festered meat
Oh God, deliver us from senseless agony
My every breath exhaled excruciatingly
I die, blood pouring from my hands and from my feet
I lie, a worthless piece of filthy, festered meat
One of the few technical death metal albums out there whose dizzying virtuosity is matched by its transcendental melodicism. A favourite of mine for many years, and likely for many more. Anna Pest
NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert
Crushing blackened doom from this German band that counterbalances blinding fury with moments of surprising, melancholy melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2023