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Black Bombs

by Slægt

Someone Planted a war In every star And gave me the trigger To blow them away To turn them to clay Of iron And blood they were made A vicious cascade Of undying hate Eternal its flames Engraved are their names Sunken Into mans flesh This vile distress From hells procuress Enticed were they all One by one they shall fall Drunken Kaleidoscope dreams Nefarious schemes Shall rule this regime While darkened grenades Shall sound the crusades A handful of sulfur With spiteful intent And venemous scent A death mask of powder Assembled in faith By sinister wraiths Asinine prayers Won’t save anything When they detonate And defame your fate Black bombs Broken frames Crushed and maimed Ruin engendered By obsidian splendor A seat in the abyss For those who survive The trek through the hive.


We present to you “Black Bombs” - two tracks, that was recorded during the sessions, that became last years “The Wheel” but didn’t fit onto that release. To us, they are just as good as the material on “The Wheel” (and could easily have been found there), but we have chosen to release them on this format.
The title track is a fiery ode to the art of placing small mines of influence under the skin of others, while “Wake Dirge” is a sombre, instrumental meditation on the impermanence of matter and the memories of lost ones.
We hope you will enjoy this little explosion - we sure are proud to present it to you all!


released April 5, 2019


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Slægt Copenhagen, Denmark

Heavy metal with a blackened spirit from Copenhagen, Denmark since 2011.

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