This is where it all began, the frost covered panes
My world coated in mist, blanketing the sky
Wandering through it all, unbeknownst to the people
I feel the end approaching, though I wish to stay
Dusk crawling out, to witness my life unfold
Pieces come together, creating a picture of woe
My self-extinction, horrors blinding the beauty
Faith lost to my being, no longer my own
Falling into myself, bid my body farewell
Voices drowning out the my thoughts
No God, No Sun, No Future, it’s all here
Climbing higher, beyond mortal pain
Hidden in plain sight, the tortured soul
Crying out for help, tears frozen to the wind
Bleak coated world, devoid of colour, nowhere
I am still here, but for how long, I know not
No God, No Sun, No Future, where it all began
The embrace of death, cold and comforting
Her arms embraced me, inviting me in
But I never was to follow, fortunes changed
This is where it all began, the frost covered panes
My world coated in mist, blanketing the sky
Wandering through it all, unbeknownst to the people
I feel the end approaching, though I wish to stay
supported by 14 fans who also own “No God, No Sun, No Future”
The second (03:01) I heard that angry bellow gurgling upwards as from the depths of hell, conquering the composition, rising in intensity, and climaxing more than half a minute later (a geyser of blood spouting up from Tartaros, breaching subterranean roofs and spewing forth onto the face of the earth), I was engrossed hook, line and sinker. Drawn into the underworldly dark. Vocal performances like these never fail to conjure a grin on my face. The Disillusioned One
An outstanding slab of atmospheric black metal, “Sisyphus” cannily blends texture and terror for a gripping final product. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2021
Crushing blackened doom from this German band that counterbalances blinding fury with moments of surprising, melancholy melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2023
supported by 14 fans who also own “No God, No Sun, No Future”
Certains vont bondir à l'idée de "rafraîchir" le black metal dépressif mais c'est bien à cette tâche que se consacre Funeral Fornication dans Solitude and Suicide. Les mélodies lancinantes tournent en boucle ("Channeling Volatile Energy"), Vultyrous hurle son désespoir à s'en déchirer les cordes vocales et la production est distante. Mais c'est surtout par les synthés qu'il surprend car ils sont très dramatiques voire théâtraux, ils nous attirent dans la tourmente comme le chant des sirènes... Jordan Vauvert