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».
Behemoth Of The North:
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 ..».