Remembering a time when the land was less than barren
When columns and pillars filled the streets in which we Roamed
The cities and people known for miles were things of splendor
Though grew too large and crumbled under weight of their own rule
The bones of ancient dwellings cast upon the northern wind
The Humblest of Stones can have the greatest of Beginnings
Centuries of sand fill the beaches where we Dwell
When cultures of old start to give way and crumble
On wind and the sea are swept to spots away from home
Recanting of a time when on ocean man would travel
On backs of beasts with Dragons Heads to shores for gold to find
A quest for lands sustainable, a country which to thrive
By way of cloth and cross was the source of their undoing
and ashes of their kingdoms blow into the southern seas
The Humblest of Stones can have the greatest of Beginnings
Centuries of sand fill the beaches where we Dwell
When cultures of old start to give way and crumble
On wind and the sea are swept to spots far from home
Through Pebbles the history of man is givin mention
For keen of eye they can be a doorway to the past
The stones that fill our streets will one day fill another
As time goes on
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A truly stellar death/doom album with heavy doses of black metal. Tracks like Isolation, Child of Light, and Broken Hymns deliver the sorrowful and icy tone of this album, elevated by the stirring cello compositions of Raphael Weinroth-Browne. The album delivers a deeply satisfying crescendo in Becoming Intangible before stirring the soul once again with Epilogue. Matt Richardson
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On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
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Bluesy black years ahead Z&A?
A l'occasion un groupe BM blanc à 5 lettres tourne au calme, pour des raisons liées à l’élevage de saumon (Ulver, Manes, Myrkur, Le Splendide, ...).
Netra conserve une forte composante extrême, ce qui rend le contraste clair-obscur d'autant plus fascinant.
It is not uncommon for white BM bands to turn to calmer stuff, for some reasons involving salmon.
Netra still provides a fascinating chiaroscuro.
For fans of: Manes, Shinning (Nor&Swe), The Skaden, White Ward. unidual
supported by 7 fans who also own “Centuries of Sand”
《 On naît seul, on vit seul, on meurt seul. Et même quand on baise on est seul. 》
— Seul contre tous. Gaspar Noé.
Certains s'engagent dans la voie du one-man band parce qu'ils n'ont pas les moyens d'assumer un groupe ou parce que leur vision est trop complexe. netra est un one-man band parce que c'est comme ça que ça doit être et c'est aussi grâce à ça que Mélancolie urbaine casse les codes. Le black metal dépressif, le jazz noir, l'electro : tout fait ressentir une humanité qui s'effiloche... Jordan Vauvert