DHG - A umbra omega review

Given the fact that I hear classic and electronic music, I cannot be really fair with metal music and the love I had for it during my high school years. This album is like Beethoven's 9th, or Mozart's requiem. This album is like a virus; it slowly affects your mind. Few are the albums that can be heard while you're getting wasted after a long day. Its monstrosity is visible by a naked eye. These guys do not have idea of their creation. This album belongs to music itself. This album belongs to mankind.

A steady horizon...steady as wall...and my desires slowly rise there...
I remain steady...harking....tremendous efforts emerge and run like horses towards the horizon...
Never divert from target...It's only my grudge that shockingly chocks me from time to time...
and my eyes struggle to remain dry...it's only then that I grind my teeth and I growl like a wolf...I sharpen my claws and creep...and the horizon keeps coming closer...and I keep creeping...waiting...

Wasted memories...

Screams...wild screams...brutally awoke me...
in the most dark and dreamy hour...of the long...
misty...beautiful...night...
Who can bother an eremete out here in wasteland...
I looked out of my window...
and I saw a legion of demons dancing cannibalistic rhytms...
under the crystalline moonlight...
around a great fire...that was burning in the centre of my courtyard...
Beating drums with numb sound violated the scene...
and acompanied the dehumanized screams...
Enchanted...I opened my door...and steped out...
The demons were howling...come drink with us...and dance with us...
you're one of us...you are marked by life...absolute seclusion...
murdering only in your fantasy...
As I approached them...I saw beloved faces...
faces...trapped in the dark side of my brain for so long...
I drunk their wine...and danced with them...
And during the orgy climax each one of them...holding a knife...
left his mark on my skin...a thousand demons...a thousand marks...
one for every sin...one for every revenge...   

Ant King

Oh great insect do not eat my crop...Oh great ant king with the thousand nests...All bonded by your blood...You have filled your chests and caves with time...And you play with it while lying on your bed like caesar...Spare a drop of it and hear my cry...Bring order to my memories and help me retrieve the dignity of my lost crop...    

Lord Humungus...and his dogs...

Wander in wasteland...endless landscapes filled with loneliness and despair...
Just walk...walk...an endless march towards paranoia...always concerned...never calm...
Lord Humungus and his dogs of war...lurking somewhere out there...
Their quest???
Seek and destroy...
My quest???
To find them first...

Attack on sight

Twisted...

Little pig...little pig...
let me come in...let me come in...
No no by the hair on my chinny chin chin...
Then I'll huff...and I'll puff...and I'll blow your house in...
(You're not safe in wasteland...)
(.........silent scream........)

From dusk till dawn...

The dawn is coming...
(tic-tac trapped inside your brain ...)
The dawn is coming...
(slowly affected as light becomes violent...)
The dawn is coming...
(smoke is blacking out the sun...)
Fuck it's dusk...
(just one second passed...)
................................................
waiting for command. . . . . . . .
return to wasteland...
unable to cooperate...
................................................
fuzzy logic triumphs...
crippled thoughts rising...
.......................................
........disorder.....

State: Unconscious

How do you feel motherfucker???
(creepy uncolored holograms...)
How do you feel motherfucker???
(deafening sarcastic laughs...)
How do you feel motherfucker???
(disturbed flow of thoughts...)
How do you feel motherfucker???
(absolute cold...)
How do you feel motherfucker???
(pretty fucking good for Monday afternoon...)
unconscious...
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