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Cosmographer This record has aged superbly, and is among Krallice's best. Majestic, sometimes transcendentally beautiful black metal-inspired music that never lets up, and puts you in a solid state of trance. Favorite track: The Clearing.
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ribsgibson I remember listening amd being instantly hooked to the first three Krallice albums back when the band was still somewhat "small" in the scene , for that reason alone, the first three Krallice albums will always be my favorites. Riffs riffs riffs. Favorite track: Telluric Rings.
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bartuomiej skronkingly good Krallice record Favorite track: The Clearing.
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bcb723 "Diotima" is the sound of a band realizing the potential of their first releases into a full-on classic. Highlights are too many to list but include the funhouse mirror riff nightmare of "Inhume", the apocalyptic lyrics and soundscape of "The Clearing", the utter annihilation of "Telluric Rings" and the unbelievable drumming of Lev Weinstein throughout. The unreal remaster makes listening to this album on headphones a requirement. An essential Era 1 Krallice release. Favorite track: The Clearing.
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Felix Chabot Amazing wall of sounds, really intricate and impressive rifts. Favorite track: The Clearing.
COREY FOX MAHANEY This album FUCKING RIPS Favorite track: Diotima.
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Inhume 06:53
The silence already funereal spreads a pall His lips not drinking there or baiting breath Its muzzle all aflame with savage howls Idol of Anubis Aflame... In the fluttering veil that girds her absence round We breathe in always, thought it brings us to death His century appalled at never having heard That in this voice triumphant death had sung its hymn As to himself at last eterrnity changes him the poet reawakens They, like a writhing Hydra bestow a purer sense Calm block fallen here from obscure disaster Mark the boundaries evermore To the dark flighs of blasphemy hurled to the future
The Clearing 12:05
As if the light never shone And humans never thought All that are left shall be subject to suffer All left shall suffer The escapers made their pact and left And light shines on all living things above ground All death has eaten itself So it turns to life So the fabric of our atoms can stay secure And time's senses continue to sense So death comes and failures add up And we can only let time brush over us Let the memories pile up until the final plane And the memory pile explodes into the Universe The way of the eternal Is only through will To force the conscious mind Into the void of Death
Diotima 12:27
Wake, nurse your aching brow, the cloud behind your eyes For now soothed by gentle thoughts of oblivion And sexual release Inside every man is a beast, a perfect animal of Self-advancement Unthethered by conscience Beyond the realm of will, while the living self Fragments into quanta Is this the next step? Minds disolved in the Aether, a split species "Diotima, your sun, the more beautiful age, has gone down and now the storms quarrel in frost-covered night" Grant us the power of detachment, that our Fragmented selves will know purpose Ethereal love, spiritsense, of which the physical can only intimate Freedom from this flesh, that I may observe the balance of nature "You, the favourite of the heavenly muse You, who once reconciled the elements Come and comfort me against the chaos of our time Order the raging battle with the peaceful music of Heaven" "Till what's cleft in two become one in the mortal heart Till ancient human nature, so calm, so great, serenely and powerfully rise From out of our seething times" "Heal her life O Gods, a life that you yourselves raised" So she may merge our splintering selves, the physical and the ideal "for not everything is in the power of the Gods, and Mortals would sooner turn into the abyss Each day I shall give my cinders to your flame, And rise up another man"
Once gaily painted And awash in joyful Rites and the blood Giving warmth to the slumbering crowds The wise man who is not wise Sits and broods And dreams of the hills of youth The glowing gold of wind-dancing wheat And the embracing shade of verdant oaks And he knows that the memory Is a falsehood Born of the batterings of the present Merely a chimera of what should have been A balm for the litany of regrets Left unerringly in his wake Like in any other And the anchorite dreams He dreams a shaman carving blood unto Darkened cavern ribs Whilse shadows dance To the ecstatic rythms Of the Pacan. He dreams of pages of gossamer and spider web Whose words will not survive their altercation back to dust And of words that moulder in Mustered ranks In endless volumes in endless mausoleums Whose foundations are the tide of the ocean He dreams of deep rivers of tears Of men as foolish as he Who would spread their days In the hopes of something more As anchorites numberless and alone Stare deep into the father sun Whose death is but a promise They cleanse their eyes Wash time from their sight With all else And so become immortal
The eye seeks a desert The anchorite sits, pensive Thought encumbered Pillars of cracked rock and The catarrhs of coarse winds The bleached bone offerings Of before And the deeply rumbled promises Of gyre and firmament The eye drowns and Time is nothing No more than the lines etched In the sand of ancient sea beds Where lie old dreams of caverned Maws and light in gulfing void No more than the enervating Waters which hold the murmured Whisper of desolation Of a great eye that has never blinked No more than cities In the dust of time Thresholds carved in cliffs And somber faces etched in stone
Rot encompassing stone To peel back this reckoning Masses of brain masters pitted As life returns this passing waste Proud to be living in the echo The mist of all things combined Unfocused apparition stream Cresting in total divinity Not one with them Separately crushing Glory amounted less in secret Blood trees stand on In slow stone centuries Petrifying the cast-offs of time Seeking the balance Acknowledge the dust and light Acknowledge divinity's mortality


digital files here are the original 2011 master.
for 2019 remaster see The Wastes Of Time...


released April 26, 2011

Mick Barr - Guitar, Vocals
Colin Marston - Guitar
Nick McMaster - Bass, Vocals
Lev Weinstein - Drums

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Colin Marston

Artwork by Max Hooper Schneider, Nick McMaster and Karlynn Holland.


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Krallice Queens, New York

formed in 2007. woodhaven queens nyc. black metal or not.

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