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Funeral Impressions

by Restless

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1.
The moon was full after three months of starvation. My wife died the last night, my son and I were left alone. He was so skinny and pale, and the only thing I could do to save him, Was to cook his mother and serve her to the dinner. The night was dark and the fire strong. Together around the massive table we were eating part of our own heart. In our mouths her cheeks were so delightful. We had enough meat for a week, until I find a new corpse. In the silence of these mourning days, I have taken a decision to save my son. We lived near a village where everybody suffered from starvation, The people was weak and desesperate The moon was hidden by clouds, and no stars shone. I went out into the night to hunt, between the shadows. A child wept for his dead father in the street, holding his corpse. It was my first kill, first of a long series, to survive, for my son. My son I will be there for you, don't fear the hunger. My son, the winter is cruel with us, but don't forget, I love you.
2.
My son and I have survived three months more. But the winter was too hard for him, He died during the night in his peaceful sleep. Finally I was alone, with no one to take care of. The Villagers were almost all dead, and I had to leave my house. From the meal of our first child's limbs we didn't pray anymore. I have seen on my son's body and my own body the first transformation. Our nails have fallen replaced by huge things between nails and claws. We have lost our hair, and our skins were so pale. Since his death I could not sleep anymore. My eyes glowed red when I left the house. I've reached the closest village, and have taken refuge in the sewers. After two weeks of hunts and human feasts, Villagers slept in the church with bright fires. The storm came quickly, and the wind was so strong. The roof broke down on all these good christians. I have enough meat for a month, in this dead village. I have time before I leave to hunt elsewhere. I know I am no more human. I know I am cursed. I keep the skull of my son with me. That's all that's left from my humanity. I hate myself, I hate the one I became. I know now I'm cursed. But I must live. For my son.
3.
My first contact with Abigail was in a dream I saw her body lying on a stone and my hands lighting incense in a perfect circle inside a cave two days ater i felt the urge to descend to the cellar in the basement and clean the spiderwebs from one of the walls leaving it free for easy access the following days are blurred in my mind I know I have bought incense and a kit to made incense I know I have studied the map of the nursery but i prefer to not remember how i have woke her i only know a newborn was lost and the wall I cleaned was broken down her dreams have possessed my mind I can't do anything to fight her now by my fault she is awake abigail the great witch I am becoming her slave And every night of the new moon I went out and steal a newborn She is hungry and needs it to recover her strength
4.
Wolfman 13:54
I don't know how it happened, but now it's too late. I have tasted the human flesh, and can't avoid my hunger. I live under the curse of the wolf, every night. Hear my confession about my crimes. I woke up in my bed soiled by blood. My jaw and my muscles were painful. And my mind tormented by an ambiguous fear. I had impression I had not only slept. Later in the day I learnt a young woman was found dead. Her body was viciously shredded and devoured. Policmen thought it was a wolf or a wild dog. I was so troubled by the news and felt remorse, but I didn't know why. During the following week, three corpses were found. All dismembered and partially eaten. And each morning of the macabre discoveries, My hands were covered in blood. I decided to chain my feet to the bed and see what would happen. After two nights nothing happened, but no corpse was found. The third morning I woke up on the floor of my house, My bed totally destroyed, and the news of a new murder. At this point, i knew i was the killer, But I remember nothing about the bloody nights. I eat barely anything during the day, and now I know why. Two months have passed during which I ate only human flesh.

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International collaboration under the name Restless.

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released March 11, 2018

Wald - Drums, bass, guitars
Ulv - Classic Guitar
Lilita Arndt - Female Vocals
Hangsvart - Male Vocals

Music by Wald.
Lyrics by Hangsvart.

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Abysmal Growls Of Despair UK

Onemanband of extreme musics, drifting through a wide range of sounds like ritualistic dark ambient, drone and funeral doom.

"It's just so overwhelming that it overtakes you and, like I said, a few times I had to switch it off to take a breath and escape the suffocating grip this yields on the body and spirit."
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