Altars
by Kroh
Keenan Johnston
Keenan Johnston
The whole "female-fronted occult doom" scene is something I have little interest in, but this album is exceptional slab of authentic Birmingham doom and gloom. The vocals are powerful and emotive, the guitars have a great crunch to them I don't usually hear in traditional doom, and most importantly the songwriting hits all the right marks: tight, varied and consistent the whole way through. Very impressed with this so far.
Favorite track: Feed The Brain.
Drew Thomson
Drew Thomson
Filthy guitar tone!
Favorite track: Living Water.
Aleksandra Hajduk
Aleksandra Hajduk
Great female vocal.. the best of doom..
Favorite track: Living Water.
Brandon
Puppy
Fraser Keeton
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Paul
プシチョノート
michael rayner
Guy James
Kelly Frazier
stm858
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Thomas Montinari
Gram DeSulph
hspawn70
theconcreteshell
Gordor
Coops Just Coops
Corbin
Mike Currie
Phil Russick
Frank Eisenreich
Bernt Sætereng
Arttu Sävy
Stephen M Bennett
Iron Harbinger Radio
Carsten Sork
Robert Wunsch
Andrew Hart
Stuart Smith
Blair
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JerseySeven
Adam E
Mats Sorg
N John
Claytron
paradigm
Jonathan
Matthew Hebdon
Giorgos Apostolidis
Connor Ingram
Matt Redmann
numbersixx
Jeff St John
Richard Saunders
Bryan Duncan
Erik
John Rowe
Martin Mathiasen
Paul Salter
elpipso
John RA Scott
Muenchhausen
StoneFly Effects
Jeremy Osborn
Morten Olsen
ZERO
Giant Bass Stacks
Vampyrotheutis
GreenChamber
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Krzyżu Święty
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Mother Serpent
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Living Water
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Feed The Brain
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Malady
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Break The Bread
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Stone Into Flesh
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Cold
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Precious Bones
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about
Oliwia Sobieszek - All Words
Paul Kenney - All Music
Artwork by Coven Illustración
Recorded at Devizes studios, October 2015 - June 2016
facebook.com/XKrohX
sleeptowin@hotmail.com
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Kroh are
Vocals - Oliwia Sobieszek
Guitar - Paul Kenney
Guitar - Paul Harrington
Bass - Darren Donovan
Drums - Rich Stanton
*Lyrics for Stone into Flesh by Francis Anthony
Paul Kenney - All Music
Artwork by Coven Illustración
Recorded at Devizes studios, October 2015 - June 2016
facebook.com/XKrohX
sleeptowin@hotmail.com
instagram.com/kroh13/
twitter.com/krohband
Kroh are
Vocals - Oliwia Sobieszek
Guitar - Paul Kenney
Guitar - Paul Harrington
Bass - Darren Donovan
Drums - Rich Stanton
*Lyrics for Stone into Flesh by Francis Anthony
credits
released September 2, 2016
Sobieszek / Kenney
Sobieszek / Kenney
tags
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- Track Name: Krzyżu Święty
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Skłoń gałązki drzewo święte,
Ulżyj członkom tak rozpiętym,
Odmień teraz oną srogość,
Którąś miało z przyrodzenia.
Spuść lekuchno i cichuchno
Ciało Króla niebieskiego. - Track Name: Mother Serpent
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Narcotic sweetness,
The finest of them all.
Lying in stillness,
like glass eyed feeble doll.
How do you like me now?
Angelic in my skin?
Following like a lamb,
The purest gold on earth
Erasing every stain.
Exposing inner shame,
Unholy kiss of death,
Ancestral sin.
Delicate surface,
Upon my lover’s chest,
Cathartic silence,
I take you to my grave.
How do you like me now?
Angelic in my skin?
Following like a lamb,
The purest gold on earth
Erasing every stain.
Exposing inner shame,
Unholy kiss of death,
Ancestral sin.
Following like a lamb,
The purest gold on earth
Erasing every stain.
Exposing inner shame,
Unholy kiss of death,
Ancestral sin. - Track Name: Living Water
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Loving father makes his children burn.
Cleansing slaughter takes its final turn.
Crows and angels cannot be in love.
Cain killed Abel, sold his putrid soul.
Who will find joy in your torment?
Who will silence your last lament?
Ignite this holy fire,
Build chasm in the sky.
Misguided by desire,
They slander and conspire.
Guilty pleasure rules the sacred laws,
Wealth and treasure dominate the world.
Sinful daughters praise the bleeding sun,
Living water washes filthy hands.
Who will find joy in your torment?
Who will silence your last lament?
Ignite this holy fire,
Build chasm in the sky.
Misguided by desire,
They slander and conspire.
Where’s your brother?
I can hear his blood.
Calling my name,
Six feet under ground.
Green eyed monster
Caught him by the neck
He took his final breath.
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
Ignite this holy fire,
Build chasm in the sky.
Misguided by desire,
They slander and conspire. - Track Name: Feed The Brain
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Split my brain and perforate the mind.
Drill away to leave me pure and kind.
Feed the brain,
Feed the brain.
Shape the clay of memories in time.
Human flesh; so weak yet so sublime.
Feed the brain!
Watch Belial descending, descending.
Watch Belial descending, descending.
Neuro void, identity decay.
Child reborn, shaking in dismay.
Feed the brain!
Feed the brain! - Track Name: Malady
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Seething allergy,
Hunger inside me,
Seems to desolate
all humanity.
Atrophy, malady
Atrophy, malady
No one’s gonna mend the ill.
Climbing up Golgotha hill.
Crawling out my ears,
Sliding down my spine,
So much senseless death
In the name of what?
Rusty fingernails,
Dragging down the wall.
Silent massacre
In the name of what?
No one’s gonna mend the ill.
Climbing up Golgotha hill.
Atrophy, malady
Atrophy, malady
No one’s gonna mend the ill.
Climbing up Golgotha hill. - Track Name: Break The Bread
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Darkness inside this prison
Is taking my breath away.
Shrinks never try to reason
With voices inside my head.
Burning my eyes with embers,
Turning my skin to dust.
Drawing blood from my vessels,
Glorious essence of life.
Leaving me cold and empty,
Keeping me locked away.
I used to be the master.
Now I am just a slave.
Oh, can you hear them calling?
Oh, can’t you see it’s coming?
Break the bread son of Seth,
Feed the prey, bless profane.
Enslaving all my senses.
I’m catching a hateful stare.
Everything’s blurred and hazy,
I have become a prey.
Covering me in slashes,
Bruising my filthy hands.
I’m taking back my freedom,
I have become a god.
Oh, can you hear them calling?
Oh, can’t you see it’s coming?
Break the bread son of Seth,
Feed the prey, bless profane.
(I’m not insane. I’ll break the chains.)
And right in this moment I want to die.
And right in this moment I need to die.
And right in this moment you’ll see me die.
And right in this moment you watch me die.
Break the bread son of Seth,
Feed the prey, bless profane.
I’m not insane. I’ll break the chains.
Another slave fading away. - Track Name: Stone Into Flesh
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My blood flows in sobs,
The way the fountain overflows.
But there’s no wound,
And he cries as it goes.
It covers all living things
And keeps them all well fed.
It turns stone into flesh
As it covers the world red.
The dead lie laughing as I drink
The needles in my happy eyes,
Like sin in holy water fonts,
I feel their tortured howling rise.
My blood is my bones,
The way a mountain’s overthrown,
But there’s no wound,
My own skin, not my bones.
They dead they bow before they drink,
The seed is sown before my eyes.
Like sin in holy water font,
My undead is a surprise.
My blood is my bones,
The way a mountain’s overthrown,
But there’s no wound,
My own skin, not my bones.
Flooding lakes of blood is where all your sorrows sink.
What haunts the heart brings my sacred blood
For all the whores to drink.
One crimson tide and scarlet wave offering short supply
What haunts the heart boils the sacred blood,
As I begin to drown.
My blood flows in sobs,
The way the mountain’s overthrown.
But there’s no wound,
And she cries as she goes.
It covers all living things
And keeps them all well fed,
It turns stone into flesh
As it covers the world red.
The dead lie laughing as I sink,
The seed is sown before my eyes.
Like sin in holy water fonts,
I feel their tortured howling rise.
My blood is in my bones.
The way the mountain’s overthrown.
But there’s no wound.
My own skin, not my bones.
Ave! Ave! Ave! Ave! - Track Name: Cold
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I saw endless crowds of people roaming senselessly
Spreading the pervasive sickness of divine justice.
I tasted the septic poison of fabricated truth
Warping the sense of morality with oppression and greed.
I heard the cries of prodigal sons returning home in vain,
Forever lost but never found.
I touched the void between the space and time,
I walked the bridge between the darkness and the light,
The alpha and omega.
I shed my own skin to rid of the fear and loathing
That I was feeding with from the day I was born.
I rebuilt from the ashes and dust.
I need no one to save me from the floods,
No one to save me from the hunger and war,
No one to save me from the burning pain of human existence.
Nobody owns me, nobody commands me.
I am my own prophet. - Track Name: Precious Bones
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Dear Lord, can you hear my beating heart?
Pounding inside my chest to be ripped apart.
My swollen eyelids shut, mouth open wide.
There’s just one final step. The noose tightens up.
I only wanted to be someone else.
I only wanted to be someone else.
On the other side there is no sound.
No one calls your name deep under ground.
The colours fade away to bleach all the scars.
Inhaling all my fears was never enough.
Hands tied behind my back, limbs paralysed.
Slowly escaping life, eternal demise.
I only wanted to be someone else.
I only wanted to be someone else.
On the other side there is no sound.
No one calls your name deep under ground.
Heavy filthy mud filling my lungs,
Brittle precious bones break and collapse.
Close your eyes. You have never been alive.
Close you eyes. There’s a devil on your side.
Close your eyes. You have never been alive.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
On the other side there is no sound.
No one calls your name deep under ground.
Heavy filthy mud filling my lungs,
Brittle precious bones break and collapse.
