‘9 harsh hymns bring us back to times when human stupidity and religious marasmus ruled the continent. And those times were not that long ago, and superstitious nonsense is here in numerous forms today. The perspective is clear and apt. It starts in a sonic vortex immersing a listener in the mud, rats, infection and malady. Hurting souls are heard through the ill voice of the singer, while last agonies are fading in the background. Then a screeching cart is dragging a load of corpses while bells toll and survivors mourn. No light, no hope. Just echoes remain in the air.
This is just another reminder of human worthlessness..’
