Dave Aftandilian
When our flesh is stripped away, all the buildings are burned to ash, and all hope is extinguished—only then can we see the outlines of our soul, burning pale white against the blackness, flickering, a final prayer before we step into the Void. The catharsis of death and nothingness.
Fragment av en tappad själ
Askan av en köttets träl
Inget ljus, inget hopp
Stoftet av en livlös kropp
Dödens psalmer ekar
Dödens rike kallar
Gråa massa av allt som varit
Mörka stoft av liv som tagits
Tag mitt kött, tag mina ben
Gör mig ogjord, gör mig ren
Dödens psalmer ekar
Dödens rike kallar
(Det är något bortom berget
Bortom blommorna och sången
Det är något bakom stjärnor
Bakom hela hjärtat mitt
Hören - något går och viskar
Går och lockar mig och beder
Kom till oss ty denna jorden
Den är icke riket ditt)
Dödens psalmer ekar
Dödens rike kallar
Sakta, så sakta
du tynade bort
Vi stod vid din sida
så hjälplösa blott
Stilla kom döden
Den kom som en vän
Tog dig vid handen
och förde dig hem
Körens dova stämma
Ekar i oändlighet
Vissen och mager
du falnade bort
Ej skall du lida
ty tiden är kort
Dovt sjunger kören
Det sjungs om en vän
Hämtad av döden
På väg hem igen
Körens dova stämma
Ekar i oändlighet
about
GRAV|ASKA
"I have a great deal of respect for any piece of music that makes the listener feel something negative — something that characterised the early scene, but is rarely accomplished by modern black metal bands — and halfway through this record, I realised that it was making me feel utterly miserable. As I zoned out on the third track, Anderiket, the distress and disquietude that these two gentlemen express began to feel like it belonged to me. While I don’t necessarily feel as though they hate themselves or want to commit suicide as the self-imposed label of DSBM might suggest, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the emptiness and pointlessness of my own existence, and the all-consuming anger I’ve often felt towards modern life. I then began to feel waves of self-loathing and anxiety as my ego scrambled to defend itself against this aural attack. A rare and welcome treat indeed, and certainly not something I expected when I began to listen to this record."
-Overdrive Magazine
Joseph Hawker subverts the musical and sociopolitical status quo with a black metal triptych that's as incendiary as it is impressionistic. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2022