Category: Black, Raw, & Bleeding

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Eulogy For The Unfallen, or Summoning The Flame Amongst The Shadows Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings once again, Travel’rs, to the unhallowed halls of the dungeon beneath Castle Last Rites. This turn of the moon, a candle is set aflame in the darkest corners of the metals most black–not just

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Rising, As The Celestial Phoenix From The Smouldering Pyre, Its Sanguine Wings Stretched Across The Starless Aeons Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings, Travl’r. The wake of the estival solstice has daylight enacting its measured retreat: Darkness marches forward, and once more the tides in the eternal war of time have begun to shift in the favour

Blue, Yellow, & Bleeding: Блек-метал як духовна війна в українському андеграунді

Затхлий запах смерті Приніс з собою вітер Лише холод і туга безкрая У небі роїться круків зграя Вся земля вагітна мерцями – svrm, “Земля вагітна мерцями” The musty smell of death Wind brought with him Only

Lucifixion – Feral Mass: A Black, Raw, & Bleeding Premiere

Salutations, Trav’lrs. The closing of the year is nigh, and the night hath brought with it one final gift, a closing sacrament before Last Rites begins its end-of-year rituals of reflection. This cursed gift is

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Calcified Beneath The Sunken Obsidian Temple Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings once again, Trav’lers of the Night. As we approach the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the eve of the

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Ensorcelled By The Venomous Blade Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings once again, Trav’lers. It’s been many moons since we last held palaver–in fact, the Harvest Moon just occurred this past Monday, ushering in the season of Pieces. It’s not been for lack of trying,

Black, Raw, & Bleeding: Shanghaied On The Celestial Shores Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings, Trav’lers. Once again, the moon has crept its way into total darkness, reminding us of the ever-eroding sands of Time. It is often accepted that Time is a man-made construct, an idealogical invention in

Black, Raw, & Spooky: B’witched By The Haunted Hallows Of The Black Metal Underground

Greetings, Trav’lers, and welcome once again to another edition of Black, Raw, & Bleeding. This month, we seek wisdom of the metals most black not in the bleakness of the new moon, but in preparation