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THE REVIEW
"Jesus is dying in my bed companion since birth in this estranging dirty lair, he never really lived, last night I beat Him as He would not let, my crazy old eye to Him as his scourged bloodstained body, I often rape him like nothing else. He curly like a fetus and paints his face with sadness now a fragment of remorse has incised, bandages his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ, but He is dead what can I do? He abandoned me, called mass, waits for me to follow him but now He is dead and with Him his prophecies, I bury Him not as an insult to your face as his corpse particularly despairs me, his cold rigid finger points where I have not been... from my house, a cage of rotten wood stumble away to place under the bush the bones moan, till the soil and grow closer the sun receives a blank stare, that cries knows my life is gone I have nothing more to offer but my flesh for this soil, and a single tear marks my final prayer, rosebud sits in the palm of your hand like a flower,
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The review praises Virgin Black's 'Sombre Romantic' for its deeply emotional and poetic approach to metal. It highlights the album's haunting themes of death, despair, and sorrow expressed through symbolic lyrics. The music is described as intense and atmospheric, leaving a powerful impression. Overall, it celebrates the album as a profound and unique metal experience.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
06 Museum of Iscariot (07:41)
Jesus lies dying in my bed
Companions since birth...
in this stagnant dingy haunt
he never really lived.
Last night I beat him as he would not leave
My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds
Frequently I rape him as I know nothing else
He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness
Now a fragment of remorse has etched
I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ but he is dead
What can I do?
You have forsaked me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow
But now he is dead and his prophecies with him
I will bury him not as insult to your face
as I stare at his corpse one detail disturbs me
His cold stark finger points where I have not been...
From my house, a cage of rotten wood
I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush
withered bones groan,
I cultivate as the soil and I grow closer
The sun receives an empty gaze
it mourns
it knows my life is gone
No more to offer but my flesh to this soil
and a single tear marks my final prayer
a rosebud sits in the palm of your hand as I end
this flower
it blossoms
Virgin Black
Virgin Black are an Australian gothic/doom metal band from Adelaide, founded by Rowan London and Samantha Escarbe. They are known for blending orchestral and choral arrangements with crushing doom, culminating in the Requiem trilogy spanning classical to death‑doom dynamics.05 Reviews
