The hour of darkness is here.
The crucifix sits on the hill.
Why does it have to end this way?
Such a pitiful way to die.
Going down the way of the crucifix.
Nail the hands to the hands to the cross.
Nail the feet, let the blood run free.
And Why?
The allegiance has burnt to the ground.
Mortified to the flesh of man.
Its time to Mourn.
Redemption is lost.
Sabel is dead.
Shadow of pain,
vanquished animosity.
Burn the threshold.
Burn the threshold.
Rise, my brethren,
Rise, and take the throat.
Rise. Rise.
Rise. Rise.
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023