###The Meads of Asphodel###

Weer zo'n band waarvan de meesten zich eens goed achter de oren krabben wanneer ik er een plaatje van op zet. Experimentele black-metal heet dat dan. Dat ze ook gevoel voor humor hebben blijkt uit deze cover van Louis Armstrong:



I see newborn graves, dirt dimmed with steam
Open womb flesh, death and disease

and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see ethnic cleansing, pain beyond belief
Whole nations murdered, sorrow and grief

and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The silhouettes of murder, so pretty in the sky
Where rapists stare in wonder, at children passing by
I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do?
But they're really saying, hey fuck you!

I see men talking peace, words full of shit
Eyes welled with war, poison and deceit

and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
Yeh, I think to myself, what a wonderful world. Oh yeh.