Corpus Vitreum: Songs released monthly at new moon!

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Each day Permafrost.today get new acquaintances and today one of the bands was the exciting and fascinating band Corpus Vitreum!

«We are Corpus Vitreum, an atmospheric / melancholic studio project from Bonn, with influences from the post black metal genre. We have 15 completely produced songs that are released monthly at new moon, which are announced beforehand at full moon with a calm instrumental version».

«This concept should enhance the attention to the single composition, which is for our musical appreciation, its own and for itself, a unique work of art. They tell their own disturbing, sad story that was created by deep human emotions».

Release examples,

Behemoth Of The North:

Lyrisc:

Far out in the North

An ancient place abandoned by the light

In a nethermost primal sea

The waves roughly whip my thighs

Like the slaves of the South

I’m on my knees

Staring at my hands of stone

Sculpted by the sea, cracked over time

Hanging heavy close to the surface

The shield arm tries to hold the past

The sword hand wants to catch the unknown weight

Of the uncertain

Let me be without those burdens

Being one, stuck on the ocean floor

Entombed in time as the forgotten lands

A desire just to be

A peaceful fraction of myself

A lifeless piece

Thrown away to sink alone

Deeper than the light

Deep into the endless void

But there will be no ray of hope

War cries yelling in the gorges of my head

Echoes of my fierce fighting

I rather wanna die upright

Than to live on my knees

Stand up proud 

Even if all should crumble and fall

Music by Sebastian Byron Mirgeler & Matheus Thomas Kuska

The track, The Roots Of: The Blackened Sea,

The pain-driven vocals create a dark, thoughtful atmosphere which is led by wide, grueling guitars, catchy melodies and choirs. The concept flows together on our website and each piece of music is presented with its own artwork / photography and a rune».

On Bandcamp the band states, «Two beings beyond the world of the living. Obsessed by the thought of weightlessness. Their glasses are overfilled with a void. The backbones of earth are out of balance, while they play their notes of sorrow …».

«Within the gloom of the New Moon a piece of music is born … be aware ..».

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