This opvs could perfectly be our last epitaph where Irrfrärd’s narrative descends into our own incandescent hell ov pain, bitterness, suffering and deep and heartbreaking sadness, but Ofdrykkja as band has a bipolar disorder that in deep wisdom knows how to combine folk melancholy with the heartbreaking distortion of their instruments that give off the stench ov decadence where last hope is found in a flight with no return under the mournful fog of an end that freezes our blood… I embrace it…

May the darkest muses accompany on this existential plane for continue developing your genuine creative vein… Light to darkness, darkness to light… My reverence as a sign of deep admiration for Liber Lvcifer II: Mahapralaya because your opvs well-heard elevates the mind to a higher plane of consciousness, vibrational blackness art for fallen souls of grace ov God, your songs your notes are my freedom, Gratitude from the pantheon of my heart

From life in darkness of unconquered miseries lies in a twilight canopy the quintessence of a dying cult from so much abuse that in eternal mourning renders obediencie to each note of this darkest opus because this one reflects in each lacerating song of sinister essence of a black metal still latent in this earthly hell and with each note my soul cries revering Angra Mainyu for giving meaning with pain and darkness in its compositions to a inverse faith of severe tragedy, opus for posterity.

An Ode to the deepest misanthropy with a supernatural exposition of extremely atmospheric black metal, under heartbreaking narrative setting within a deep and vast forest setting full of epic creatures, absolutely destructive of everything holy & christian in a black hated beyond the bounds, time and space, that is from my point of view, the troll praxis in its first and most notable attack on the most harmful chistianity, the most overwhelming Epic in the service of the most no-nonsense Evil.

Immersion in the deepest darkness of deep oceans where the cold density of weightlessness falls into a mortuary abyss of millions of souls in convulsive abductions under the eternal sepulchral silence to the vortex of infinity cursed by a subtle funeral march under a melody broken by the ages of time from a once dead planet full of cursed life where the infernal work of Vampyroteuthis infernalis remains a testimony… existential mourning.

The Quintessence of full misanthropic hatred channeled by the second huge attack of Gaahl's project as a manifesto of failed human existentialism within this tragic non-existential plane where the maximum victory of the human being lies in his own mortality and the black notes continue to sound since that they were created with this black work to eternity because we are death and death we have always been… Trelldom Manifest.

Four songs to the fading of life within this miserable earthly plane full of misfortunes where the exaltation of darkness underlies each stanza in each letter of these four songs written by a temperament full of suffering ready and willing to get the most black within an abyssal score in memory of the void left by an era that never existed within black metal. Fleeting is our fate the Ashes remind us whith its bleack tempo…

Explosive cyclogenesis of melodic black metal coming from the twentieth century to destroy all the centuries of humanity because these four songs have no mercy and do not take prisoners... they destroy everything and everyone with their black vibrations spread in ashes far and wide of this destructive human empire… Towards Judgement.

AntimateriA evokes the cold darkness of a past time defined by courage in the face of cruel adversity where medieval feeling reigns in supreme essence to combat with elegance the false light of the pernicious humanity under the funereal halo of songs worthy of being framed into of a black pantheon to reminisce with their songs to the fallen for a lost cause with bleak honor to the emptiness of non-existence. This album will be remembered within the pantheon of our hearts forever …

Black storm of explosive genetics possesses the DNA of Niden Div 187 in the face of cruel human adversity in a great declaration of war for all life in existence that walks this miserable earth, the militaristic fervor brought to black metal with many parts of disturbing perversity and a feeling forged in steel that leaves no one indifferent, ten hymns of belligerent spirituality in a profound song to death.

With the second song of this excellent EP, Strid comes to mind when I listen to it, recalling the best battle ever written on sheet music, everything here is excellent, the voice takes you to the darkest battlefield where souls depart to other forms of life, and the rhythmic melodies immerse you in funereal land pronouncing the last goodbye to this unfortunate existence, there are no cracks in these two songs, have been created to be played on our last day within this plane of non-existence Pakt

Darkness becomes dense inside the veins as each of the vibrations that emerge from this sinister codex under a blackened signature by the Slidhr entity which allows another sound tumulus of surprising ethereal luminosity to vanish in this edition in those hidden notes that have vanished of a tangible lacerated pain of the summary inspiration. Songs not fit for the mundane life of this corrupt society. We are what we hear and we are part of the evil endemic that roams the earth, deluge of fallen.

Evokes the sadness of a soul blackened by the cry of melancholy, sings with eloquent despair, the chronicle of a death announced by the voices of a singer experienced in the secrets whispered by grave stones within deep forests, where only moss knows where the decline of simple life hides, austere abode of incarnate death, the miserable life inspires indifference when listening to the true tragedy that ulver narrates in this pious chapter. + Kveldssanger + Songs of the night.

Terrible notes ... Terrifying atmosphere and eerie ending, all sculpted by the keys of an organ played by a vampire on his last night of life no life ... while a wolf mourns his death amid howls of death ... the ostracism of the fallen of the grace of God in this filthy, miserable and nauseating world ... grave notes from another world into this one, inspires death ... Scriptorium

Under an earthly point of view, the epitome of this song is the fundamentalism of the self-sacrificing soul in seeking the why religiosity has nothing of spirituality and reaches this conclusion going through its painful path because the falsehood of divinity resides in the same church where evil incarnated in a god dwells prostrate before his own creation ... and to listen to the final sampler of this song is to prostrate before the magnanimity of his heavenly hell ... true deconstruction!!

Bells ring from deceased and its sound is felt in the heart like a sword drawn to heaven ... in a sign of mourning ... because arcana has made a song a funeral hymn that reverberates in our ears to follow in the footsteps of a final march to the deathbed in where the cold and very dark eternity embraces us, a song with a monumental epic, life to the final battle ...

Epic surgery played by pagan hearts that make reverberate to other past times where life stands between two options, death or war between songs played by bards such are absu and these two magical songs that stir until stones in military position of menhirs.