Do not blaspheme God - the righteous will punish you!

Legends of the death metal releases new album Incantation - Profane Nexus. In it, mysticism, ancient secrets create a mysterious fog, from which the spirits of the past rebel, disembodied ghosts and undead evil rebel with detached images of evil and vice.
Muse begins the musical extravaganza, gloomily enveloping with dense and tough drive in verses, letting out the waves of darkness and horror, deeply and visibly telling its story. In the chorus, in a certain way, melody and mysticism comes to the forefront, adding so dark charm into the eerie darkness.
Terribly and irresistibly Rites Of The Locust continues the abysmalness of the forces of evil, darkness and fear envelops with the deadly round dance of frightening anger and causeless envy.
The heavy darkness slowly envelops in convulsive horror, binding the movements, entangling them with dark, impenetrable chains in the Visceral Hexahedron introduction. Then around, in a frenzied drive, the felids of hell are borne, exacerbating the horror and darkness with their unpredictable movements, then in the bridge again the sombre tune is shackled with the fetters of a terrifying horror.
Clubs of the twilight, impenetrable fog envelop in average tempo waves of frightening gloom, at the end of The Horns Of Gefrin bar dramatically accelerating the terrible phrases of severe, tough growling.
Stiffly, slowly and irresistibly, Incorporeal Despair fetters minds with fearful strings, stretching out his vital powers with unrestrained dark spells, fatally dragging him into the darkness of the abyss.
Swift, reckless of the horrors around Xipe Totec runs to meet the light.
Lus Sepulcri continues the impetuous race, pulsating in the verse with deadly jerks, circling in the unrestrained whirlwind of the berserk battle. In bridge, the dance becomes slower and more restrained, circling around an unknown axis, but then again rushes into the rapid stream of instrumental extravaganza.
The muffled, enigmatic echoes of distant charms are replaced by the noise of rain in a brief, unconscious Stormgate Convulsions From The Thunderous Shores Of Infernal Realms Beyond The Grace Of God ... It should be noted that the title of the song longer to read than it sounds. Starting with so viscous, stiff entry with demonic screams of growling vocals Messiah Nostrum rushes in an uncontrollable race of stunning drive, sweeping everything around in frenzied rushes. In the bridge, chorus and instrumental part painful gloomy mist of intro coming back again, but not so retarded...the same maner as intro sounds in the outro.
Memorable, bright melody is apparents already in the Omens To The Altar Of Onyx intro, then firmly inspiring main motif tread in unrestrained march toward horror and darkness without fear, and without fearing of further battles. The album completes the viscous, bounding and unhurried Ancients Arise. Clearly, commemoration of ancestors does not tolerate any kind of fuss!