Massive pressure moves air inward, following a vast centrifugal force. The ebony crown now kneels before me, its chariot igniting in combustion and drifting on the wind. It collapses inward and dissolves into the void.
My eyes turn toward the north--to the boreal terrain in the distance. Within this vista, a sole superstructure protrudes. I am drawn to it as animals to the sunlight... to the cap, upon which a grotto abides: the airee of the king of dragons.
To the floor... a paroxysm within my mind. It shakes the very planet upon which I writhe about. The snow withdraws from the lands as the formations of rock collapse; yet the lair of Bahamut remains and in it, he awaits my accession.
I elevate my hand and with it, I abate the land... I raise from his den the king of dragons and tear his organs from his skin.
supported by 31 fans who also own “Entry X: Bahamut”
Terrifiant, ravageur, l'album vous en met plein la g... pendant plus d'1 heure. A ce titre, il est sans doute un peu trop long, et difficilement assimilable. Néanmoins, cela reste un très bon album sur le plan musical - mais j'avoue écouter très peu de tech-death... baudelagon
supported by 22 fans who also own “Entry X: Bahamut”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego