"With flames in the eyes, nothing moves, seeing red.
Slit throats, burn cities, like a bird of prey you strike.
Eyes like amber, headlong into the void !"
Slit throats, burn cities, like a bird of prey you strike.
Eyes like amber, headlong into the void !"
"Cursed and tormented men,
Whose life is captive of death
Happiness is not for us
Walking the dark side of life
Walking toward nothingness
Until the eternal return"
Whose life is captive of death
Happiness is not for us
Walking the dark side of life
Walking toward nothingness
Until the eternal return"
BMH Facebook & Instagram pages have been striked.
Will see if we can reactivate it in few days.
Will see if we can reactivate it in few days.
Two years ago we were landing on Lynchburg to record the vocals of The Pale Riders.
Leave us alone among “rednecks,” among “inbreds.”
Let others profit from your marvelous contributions.
Leave us to be calm.
Leave us to grow among the smallness of our bell towers, the dust of our libraries and the mythology of our father’s battles.
Xavier Eman
Let others profit from your marvelous contributions.
Leave us to be calm.
Leave us to grow among the smallness of our bell towers, the dust of our libraries and the mythology of our father’s battles.
Xavier Eman