Todtentanz 7" Ep


  • "Todtentanz" Limited Edition vinyl 7"
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    7"Ep vinyl produced by Shade Of Death / Meurtre Noir.

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released September 6, 2004



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BLISS OF FLESH spreads a brutal and insane Black Death metal on the European extreme music scene for several years now.

They burnt stages with VADER, SHINING, SECRETS OF THE MOON, ANTAEUS, etc...

After their debut album “Emaciated Deity” unanimously acclaimed by criticism, they profess the coïta with their new album "BEATI PAUPERES SPIRITU".
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Track Name: Todtentanz

Come forth, holy disaster! And crush by your divine dance!
Tremble in fear, glebe’s progeny, for the drums are now thundering, the trumpets are now sounding as an overture to the dance of death! A pounding beat, endless and pure, a ball macabre to which all are invited.
Humbly kneel to the corpse-like lady. Do not expect her blade to be painless. Offer your nape for the highest of blessings: the delivery from the burden of life.
Behold the piles of dirty livid faces, frozen in agony and terror, trampled and mocked by the restless lady who laughs dementedly and whose feet frenetically beat the speeding tempo of the Todtentanz.
Oh rise death supreme! And sweep away all life, subdue everyone and everything with your divine perfection so no trace remains of this miserable kind.
Oh rise death supreme! And dance until nothing is left.
Track Name: Sacrosanct Fanatism
Sacrosanct Fanaticism

The divine madness that cuts yourself apart from life, dragging you down the spiral, numbing your senses for you to strike harder, casting light on the path for you to walk further. The divine choir sings your name at last, it requires service and devotion. They who hear know the rules better and are anointed by the blood from the serpent’s tail.
The path is walked with all its harmful traps, no matter the pain, no matter the bite.
The night can come with its legions of clouds, bringer of doubts, bringer of fright, which cold blades grow blunt with time, and no longer gash into certitude, but still deprive rest and quietude and deface the dreams until the morning bleeds. Listen! Can’t you hear? Yells and cries and groans… A pain symphony sounding its glory. Rejoice for this is your only reward for Epiklesis.
My darkness shines upon all those I’ve hurt. My coldness burns all those who owe me their pain.
Twisted germs are growing, promising vile and profuse harvest. Pacing and fostering the Devil’s fields, helping those from the ground not to lack anything: any disease or vice or suffering or lust or anything that blinds and hurts. Rest assured the pain is insidiously endless, the children of Iniquity take care.