After all the twists and turns, ups and d… Read Full Bio ↴Enochian Crescent is Dead.
After all the twists and turns, ups and downs that we have lived through as years rolled by I never thought that there would be a day when Wrath and I put our musical partnership to a shelf. The decision was a moment of both great sadness and great relief. However, this was something that had to be done at this stage to ensure the continued productive musical careers of both parties. I can assure you all that both Wrath with True Black Dawn and I with the remaining members of Enochian Crescent, now known as The Crescent, shall outpour new music with newfound vigour and intensity.
When we founded Enochian Crescent in 1995, Wrath and I made a pact that should either quit the band we would put the name to rest also. As a man of my words I shall honour this agreement. The remaining members (Bolton - drums, Tunturituuli - bass, Vilhelm - guitar, and Viktor - guitar, vocals) shall continue the musical legacy of Enochian Crescent and you will be hearing songs from the old albums in the live-set. We recruited Hellwind Tuonenjoki as our new lead vocalist, who is already singing on the upcoming The Crescent album "Risti" (transl. Cross) which shall be released by Spinefarm Records in early 2013.
The remaining band members wish Wrath all the best in the future and I personally want to thank my long standing Omega Comrade and friend for all these years. He is a man with unique vocal talent and personality to match in this world of mediocrity.
Even though these news might shock and upset some, worry not; it was all for the best. And you may enjoy both the voice of Wrath and the music of Enochian Crescent in near future.
In LVX et NOX
Viktor / The Crescent
Pestilence & Honey
Enochian Crescent Lyrics
Jump to: Line by Line Meaning ↴
To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey
A kindred Spirit I control your destiny
Truth isn't what it seems It's what the Fool believes
All the good one's are Dead And all Guilt is relative
For the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it all
But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken
Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow
Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh
And steaming Stench of thousands of Graves
What you sense is True Evil What you smell is True Fear
What you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and Honey
Every Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey
(and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain
Because every Headstone tells a Story
All the good one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead
You bury your Dead too shallow
You don't properly deal with the consequences of your actions
To get more flies, Pestilence and Honey
To attract chaos and corruption
A kindred Spirit I control your destiny
I manipulate and dictate your fate
What you smell is Fear As I cry to the Heavens
The fear that emanates from your actions affects everything around you
Truth isn't what it seems It's what the Fool believes
The perception of truth is subjective and easily manipulated
All the good one's are Dead And all Guilt is relative
The virtuous are nonexistent and guilt is subjective and easily absolved
For the sake of Veracity I thought I had lost it all
In pursuit of honesty, I believed I had lost everything
But these years proved otherwise So much more was taken
Over time, I realized that I had actually lost much more than I had initially thought
Dead eyes stare back at me His promises like Honey flow
Lifeless eyes confront me, while deceitful promises entice and manipulate
Sweetness veils the rotting Flesh
Pleasantness conceals the decay and corruption beneath the surface
And steaming Stench of thousands of Graves
The overwhelming and repugnant odor of countless deaths
What you sense is True Evil What you smell is True Fear
Your intuition correctly perceives the presence of genuine evil and fear
What you spread is a Miasma of Flies Pestilence and Honey
You contribute to the contamination and corruption of others with chaos and deceit
Every Headstone tells a Story Of Pestilence and Honey
Every grave symbolizes a tale of chaos and manipulation
(and of even more flies) So pale the Pleasure so pale the Pain
The pleasure and pain experienced in this cycle are insignificant and lacking intensity
Because every Headstone tells a Story
The narrative of chaos and deceit is evident in every death
All the good one's are Dead All the good one's are Dead
Virtuous individuals no longer exist
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind