My Mother got me of a Sphaere, that I
Might contemplate the Globes Rotunditie;
And be more Pure of kind than other things,
By Right of Dignity Assisting Kings.
Yet to my Griefe I know, unlesse I find
Forthwith Assistance out of my owne Kind
I cannot Generate; My Blood Growes Cold:
I am amaz'd to think I am so Old.
Death me Assail'd, even in my Strength of yeares,
But yet Christ's voice did penetrate the Sphaeres,
And (to Amazement) told me from above
I should Revive; I know well by whose Love.
By other meanes I cannot enter Heaven:
And therefore (that I may be Borne agen)
I'le Humbled be into my Mother's Breast
Dissolve to what I was. And therein rest.
Hereat the Mother Animates the King,
Hasts his Conception, and doth forthwith bring
And hide him closely underneath her Traine
Till (of herselfe) sh'had made him Flesh againe.
'Twas wonderfull to see with what a grace
This Naturall Union (made at one Imbrace)
Did looke; and by a League both sexes knitt,
Like to a Hill and Aire surrounding it.
The Mother unto her Chast Chamber goes
Where in a Bed of Honour she Bestowes
Her weary'd selfe, 'twixt Sheets as white as Snow
And there makes Signes of her approaching woe.
Ranke Poison issuing from the Dying Man
Made her pure Orient face look foule and wan:
Hence she commands all Strangers to be gone
Seals upp her Chamber doore, and lyes Alone.
Meanwhile the Peacocks Flesh she kindly Eate,
And Dranke Greene-Lyons Blood (with that fine Meate)
Which Mercury (although in Passion)
Brought in a Golden Cupp of Babilon.
Thus great with Child, 9 months she languished
And Bath'd her with the Teares which she had shed
For his sweete sake, who should from her be Pluckt
Full-gorg'd with Milke which the Greene-Lyon suckt.
Her Skin of divers Colours did appeare
Now Black, then Greene, annon 'twas Read, and Cleare:
Oft-times she would sitt upright in her Bed,
And then again repose her Troubled Head.
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Raw, aggressive, an unyielding, which is pretty much everything there is to love about black metal. An absolutely tour de force that will have you throwing up horns and sticking your tongue out as you “BLEGH!” your way through this EP. Kirk Gauthier
A blackened doom concept record about the very real problem of amphibian extinction, “Croak” is a punishing, essential listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2022
supported by 5 fans who also own “Act II - Sphaere Progenitor”
Both of these bands have the distinction of completely wretched vocals, some of the most disgusting you will hear. Musically I’m partial to Atra Mors, but Torver rips as well with intense blackened punk. Unholy Invocation is the weirdest black metal song I’ve ever heard, and that’s saying something. It sounds more like the theme to a cop show, or a cheesy horror film, from the 70s or early 80s. Metallurgical Fire