The creature’s front of me
Should I join him
Or face him off
Let him go
Torn down
Who are you
Choking gaze
Blinding stench
The cry of flesh
Don’t you forget I’m the slasher of Aegis
Of thunder and deities, slayer of men!
Typhoeus is my name, I’ve grown into darkness
Conceived in the depth of nothingness
Pearl eyes stare
Grim unfair
The fear is your ax, built in sickness
May I waste my time, chasing the life
Muse may I demand for your guide?
Not your demise, you’ll brightly arise
This is what you get joining me
Your brothers and sisters perceiving no distress
The price is no sight for those whom just need to exist
Nitirur ille quidem pugnatque resurgere saepe
Dextra sed Ausonio manus est subiecta Peloro
Laeva Pachyne, tibi, Lilybaeo crura premuntur
Degravat Aetna caput, sub qua harenas
Eiectat flammamque ferox vomit ore Typhoeus
Nitirur ille quidem pugnatque resurgere saepe
Dextra sed Ausonio manus est subiecta Peloro
Laeva Pachyne, tibi, Lilybaeo crura premuntur
Degravat Aetna caput, sub qua harenas
Eiectat flammamque ferox vomit ore Typhoeus
Nitirur ille quidem pugnatque resurgere saepe
Dextra sed Ausonio manus est subiecta Peloro
Laeva Pachyne, tibi, Lilybaeo crura premuntur
Degravat Aetna caput, sub qua harenas
Eiectat flammamque ferox vomit ore Typhoeus.
Eiectat flammamque ferox vomit ore Typhoeus.
supported by 10 fans who also own “Hostile Forces III: Typhoeus”
A beautiful journey from start to finish, with perfectly placed moments of gentility amidst the rhythmic intrigue and blast beats of their guest drummer. jsteadmanfan
supported by 9 fans who also own “Hostile Forces III: Typhoeus”
Surely the best psych/stoner/prog one-man band in the world. Naturally fluid music not possible to stop to listen to... This guy is a true melody master Dmitry Nevozhay
supported by 9 fans who also own “Hostile Forces III: Typhoeus”
J'avais un peu négligé ce groupe dans ma collection. Pas toujours facile d'approche. Comment dire ? Les morceaux procèdent essentiellement par ruptures - souvent brutales. A la première écoute, vous êtes désarçonné parce que les titres ressemblent à une suite d'amorces - toutes plus extraordinaires les unes que les autres cela dit - et votre cerveau, qui s'attend à la reprise tôt ou tard d'un motif déjà perçu est complètement paumé... Une fois qu'on sait, tout va mieux... baudelagon