L'orchidée a besoin de pluie
De larmes salées et de soleil noir qui ne brûle pas mais réchauffe
De beaux bubons bien bigarrés
120 pétales prêts à éclore
Orchidée de rouge gorgée
Est le cœur des êtres humains
Qui sont sculptés dans du compost
Au portrait peint par la main verte
D'un Italien aux idées noires
Sa beauté ainsi cultivée
Ne grandira qu'en l'arrosant
De bile, de foutre, en larmoyant
De l'incertitude du temps,
L'orchidée est un cœur humain
The orchid needs rains
Salty tears and black suns that do not burn but heat up
Nice colorful buds
120 petals ready to hatch
Gorged red orchid
Is the heart of human beings
That are sculpted by compost
Portrait paint by green fingers
Of an Italian with black thoughts
Its beauty now cultivated
Will only grow when poured on
With bile, cum, weeping for
The uncertainty of time
The orchid is a human heart
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
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