Una banda de culto dentro del Funeral Doom, y en algo tiene que ver que el buen Fucked Up Mad Max puso en practica una de las liricas de este album (worship) y se suicido tirandose de un puente.
Este es un re-lanzamiento que se hizo del material originalmente denominado "The Last Tape Before Doomsday" el cual fue grabado en el año del 1999 solamente en cassette. Para el año 2004 sacan la reedicion de este album solo que cambiando el "Tape" por "CD", y agregando un bonus track llamado "Keep On Selling Cocaine to Angels"
Este es un re-lanzamiento que se hizo del material originalmente denominado "The Last Tape Before Doomsday" el cual fue grabado en el año del 1999 solamente en cassette. Para el año 2004 sacan la reedicion de este album solo que cambiando el "Tape" por "CD", y agregando un bonus track llamado "Keep On Selling Cocaine to Angels"
Este es un album es totalmente crudo, riffs lentisimos y liricas totalmente autodestructivas (sin llegar al nivel gay autodestructivo de los emos, sic)
Banda: Worship
Album: Last CD Before Doomsday
Genero: Funeral Doom
Origen: Alemania
Año: 1999 (Re-lanzado en el 2000 y despues en el 2004)
| 1. | Whispering Gloom | 11:53 | |
| 2. | Solicide and the Dawning of the Moonkult | 10:59 | |
| 3. | Eclipse of Sorrow | 08:18 | |
| 4. | Worship | 15:23 |
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Una prueba del Album "Dooom"
A bed of stone
To wake upon
To a world long dead
May this sight strike me blind
Lest I envy the dead
Let my bones melt to earth
To cease and forget
In brittled cloth
A grave of rock
Above the world's remains
Qorban: "I broke the surface of a lifetime of sleep, or so I felt. For minutes I couldn't will my aching bones to move, to rise from my bed of stone, or my gaze to bend from the tomb of rock above me. I willed my body over the edge and crushed to the floor below. Through a mist of pain I started to see: I was imprisoned. A forboding frigth dawned in me, as I slowly struggled to free myself from my own grave. It seemed my limbs would burst before I was free, but finally at the very end of my strength I could see the world beyond, and to my horror - It was no more!"
I have lost to sleep
Man's final days
Now to awake
Just to be tortured by grief
A bed of stone
To wake upon
To a world long dead
May this sight strike me blind
Lest I envy the dead
Let my bones melt to earth
To cease and forget
In brittled cloth
A grave of rock
Above the world's remains
Qorban: "I broke the surface of a lifetime of sleep, or so I felt. For minutes I couldn't will my aching bones to move, to rise from my bed of stone, or my gaze to bend from the tomb of rock above me. I willed my body over the edge and crushed to the floor below. Through a mist of pain I started to see: I was imprisoned. A forboding frigth dawned in me, as I slowly struggled to free myself from my own grave. It seemed my limbs would burst before I was free, but finally at the very end of my strength I could see the world beyond, and to my horror - It was no more!"
I have lost to sleep
Man's final days
Now to awake
Just to be tortured by grief
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