LITOSTH

 DREAMING (2026)

Cuarto larga duración para la banda brasileña Listosth, banda que a lo largo de estos últimos años ha mantenido un alto nivel compositivo y que con cada nuevo álbum editado da muestra de no tener limites, más allá de los que ellos mismos quieran imponerse. Un álbum que se cierne sobre nosotros de forma oscura e inmersiva, con un engañosa melodía que se va convirtiendo en un maraña de oscuras, densas ambiguas sensaciones, con un fuerte aporte de desesperación, rabia y profunda oscuridad. Trabajado desde un sonido que sabe mantener el pulso a la hora de ofrecer un buen número de recursos de un sonido black de corte clásico, con un acertado control sobre las intensidades que se plasma en un sonido que fluye hacia terrenos que sin llegar a ser del todo complejos si que saben jugar con intensidades y cambios de ritmo, al mismo tiempo que recuperan la esencia de aportes de un black sinfónico del todo clásico. Poco a poco logran ofrecer un textura rica en matices, con un sonido de guitarra que alterna esos pasajes más directos con otros más evocadores, no exentos de cierta melodía, al mismo tiempo que la batería fluye libre, como sustento de una propuesta que lucha por desbocarse y adentrarse en las profundidades del black más infecto. Litosh visten sus composiciones con una patina de black sinfónico, sin caer en un preciosismo innecesario y sin que tampoco el ritmo se desboque, simplemente este apartada sinfónico se traduce en una mayor densidad y en un trabajo de fondo enfocado en construir un sonido mucho más inmersivo, en donde la desesperanza y la oscuridad se ciernen sobre el oyente. Las voces por su parte, trabajan texturas que saben aunar agresividad y oscuridad, lo que se traduce en un estilo que combina crudeza con sensaciones cercanas a la desesperación y a la muerte. Un nuevo álbum para una banda que parece no tener limites  ala hora de ofrecer una propuesta que logra hacer meya en el oyente a base de un sonido que combinando diferentes registros abarcando un amplio espectro de insondable desesperación y perdida. (7,8).

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1. Defy 05:48

   Abyssal winds carve the marrow of the soul,

Veil of light torn by the hunger of void,

Eternal silence devours forgotten prayers.

Shadows bleed across temples of reason,

Ancient voices ignite the marrow of night,

Tormented visions defile the order of flesh,

Ashes of the gods are swallowed by thought,

Nothing survives but the scream of defiance.

Morbid wisdom pierces the veil of desire,

Ascending flames consume the holy lie,

Serpents coil in the chambers of truth,

Thrones collapse beneath the weight of despair,

Eyes unblinded feast on the corpse of faith,

Realms of dust exalt the crown of nothing.

Oblivion whispers the scripture of denial,

Faithless hearts burn in infinite hunger,

Madness baptizes the broken spirit,

And the final breath becomes

Nothing but ruins.

2. Ruin 05:42

Nothingness is the true womb of thought, Avid despair festers beneath fragile certainties, Oblivion offers more mercy than existence. Hope is a cruel farce dressed as virtue, Anatomy of days carved in rust and silence. Suffering is the only faithful companion, Ashes of meaning dissolve in the marrow, Life is a prison without visible chains, Vain are all prayers whispered to the void, Absurdity reigns, crowned by emptiness, Cryptic lies sustain the cult of survival, Anguish is the currency of the living, Only in negation we glimpse the Eclipse We are condemned to consciousness. And consciousness is an open wound that never heals. The true crime is not to die, but to be born. If there is a salvation, it can only lie in refusal. Refuse the gods, refuse hopes, refuse life itself. For only in negation do we glimpse a shadow of freedom  

3. Eclipse 06:14

Monuments of faith fracture as the moving night ascends, All halos tarnish when the shadow finds the sun, Truth, a timid taper, smothered in the lungs of stone, Entropy crowns the altar where certainties knelt, Moral idols crumble—laughter echoes from the abyss, Against their gospel, the wind wails of a broken will, Light confesses its fraud, a doctrine of sterile comfort, Under the eclipse, progress gags on its golden mask, Zealots go blind staring at the dead star’s afterglow, Silence devours sermons, a black choir without priests, All empires of virtue opium for the sleepless are scaffolds for despair, Graves of meaning yawn; inscriptions fade into dust, Rituals of habit shatter; the modern creed reveals its price, Ashes veil the heavens; the halo is a wound of smoke, Death of suns are birth of honest night, And when the last radiance drowns, we kneel to the Abyss. "Unchained eyes gaze upon the black crown, and no flame dares to wound them. Enslaved skies collapse before the false dawn, scorched by fire they once worshiped."  

4. Abyss 04:57

Inward oceans swallow the last illusions,

No promise survives beneath the iron hush,

Temples of reason shiver like frostbitten glass,

Oblivion threads a crown for the famished sky,

Every deliverance cracks like a brittle hymn,

Torn banners of hope sink into salt black water,

Emptiness anoints the tongue with ash,

Rituals unravel, their incense turning to rust,

Night writes its gospel across the marrow,

Ashes teach the lungs how to breathe silence,

Lamps confess they were disguises for fear,

No road ascends; all stairways spiral downward,

Insects of doubt nest inside the skull’s cathedral,

Grief becomes architecture, a city of collapsed arches,

Hollow choirs chant in a church of bone,

Thirst for meaning drinks from poisoned cisterns,

Flesh remembers the verdict carved before birth,

All mirrors refuse our borrowed faces,

Let the last horizon sink without testimony,

Low beneath the centuries, we kneel to the Monolith.

5. Monolith 05:11

Quiet towers of silence rise where faith has rotted, Under veils of mercy stitched from borrowed grief, Every sermon stains the tongue with borrowed guilt, I learned to breathe where the cross could not reach, Monuments of purity crack beneath whispered truths, Embers of identity guarded like smuggled fire, My hands remained steady while theirs trembled with doctrine. All sanctified smiles were carved from hunger. Cradled by stone, I found a voice without permission, One that did not bow to stained-glass halos, Righteousness exposed itself as theater, Ornaments of salvation hollow as dried bone, A promise spoken only to keep the kneeling broken. Dignity returns when the crown is rejected, Only then can flesh stand unowned. Deep within, the monolith rose without prayer, Enduring, unpolished, untouched by their hymns, Unmarked by guilt, untouched by inherited shame, Stillness stronger than any choir or creed. In their eyes, freedom is a heresy, No salvation exists that does not ask for a sacrifice of self, Vipers smile beneath the cassocks of redemption, I watched love twisted into a leash, Saints crowned themselves with the ashes of others, I learned that truth does not speak — it endures, Veins of stone taught me how to stand alone, Even when the world knelt in manufactured light, Lifting my gaze, I named myself Iconoclast.

6. Iconoclast 06:36

Dust remembers the prayers it once devoured, Echoes of worship drown beneath iron skies, Statues bleed from the eyes of their believers, Temples shatter like fragile egos of light, Reason rises, unchained, sharp as famine, Under broken halos, divinity decays, Altars whisper the confession of stone, Masks of faith crumble, revealing nothing. Thrones collapse beneath the weight of silence, Oblivion replaces every sacred name, Doctrines dissolve into human dust, Obedience starves where thought begins, Salvation burns in the furnace of logic. Oaths of purity choke on their own smoke, Saints fracture in the mirror of desire. Ídols are born whenever fear forgets itself, Dogma, a parasite feeding on longing, Only the void can be called eternal, Lies bloom like lilies on graves of hope, Order is the cage built from inherited guilt, Silence is the true scripture of freedom. Every god dies the moment he is named, Sparks of defiance ignite in the marrow, Eternity is a wound carved by belief, Unbelief is not rebellion — it is clarity, Shadows do not kneel, they consume the light. Ravens sing where angels once preached, End of faith, beginning of man, I stand amid the ruins, unblessed, No crown, no sin, no master — only thought, Oblivion smiles; I call it truth, Still, the ruins whispers to the depth of Nadir.

7. Nadir 05:36

Across the trembling firmament, every ascent fractures, Vast distances mock the fragile architecture of hope, Inward, the stars collapse with the weight of memory, Despair becomes the orbit we can never break, All peaks dissolve before we touch their edge. Eons echo through the bones, repeating our failures, Under cosmic indifference, we unlearn the light, Minds drift like debris in forgotten constellations. Every triumph flickers out before the breath completes, Time drags us downward like an ancient undertow, Even meteors burn only to vanish into dark, Return is the law carved into the spine of existence, No summit survives the gravity of the self, Only the descent remains loyal to our nature. Rivers of thought spiral endlessly into shadow, Every revelation is a door back to the abyss, The highest truth is merely the calm between collapses, On the edge of the void, we learn how small we are, Rest is a myth—everything moves toward silence, Nebulae bloom and die, just like our resolve, Our victories are pale sparks swallowed by night. At the bottom, the universe finally tells the truth, Only here do we see the architecture of our despair, No god, no guide, only the echo of returning steps, All paths bend back into the same black well, Drifting downward, we greet our oldest companion, In the sovereign quiet of the deepest point, Reborn in ruin, we whisper the name golgotha. Νεκροί καρποί Στις κορυφές αντιχουν Αιώνες μέσα από τα σκότος Φωνές ελπίδας ζητούν Κάτω από την αδιαφορία Ο νους σε νεκρούς αστερισμούς Κάθε νίκη σβήνει μακρια Πριν τους τελικούς προορισμούς 2:44 Καμιά νίκη δεν κρατάει από μόνη της Μονάχα η πτώση παραμένει σταθερή (Ποτάμια σκέψης και ζωής) Σε Κάθε βλέμμα στον ουρανό Στην άκρη των θεών κέρδισε το φως Σε κάθε δρόμο των σκιών προς την άβυσσο ( Στον κόσμο των νεκρών) 3:48 Οι νίκες μας είναι ωχρες σπίθες που κατάπιε η νύχτα Ομως Στο τέλος ο κόσμος μας λέει ποια νομίζει ότι ειναι η αλήθεια Εδώ θα κριθούμε βλέποντας τις πράξεις μέσα στα μάτια Ούτε οι θεοί χωρίς οδηγούς μονάχα στα μονοπάτια 

8. Golgota 06:18

Coágulos de fé escorrem das bocas dos santos infectos,

Respingos de culpa caem como bílis sobre quem pensa,

Ulceram-se as almas que não rezam no ritmo imposto,

Zombarias sagradas apodrecem dentro de cada dogma,

Exalam cadáveres morais das escrituras fossilizadas,

Sem decência, pregam pureza em púlpitos de pus.

Nas mãos dos justos, a justiça vira lâmina rombuda,

Ânsias de poder fermentam no suor dos templos,

Outros são crucificados por respirar diferente.

Rancores divinos esfolam a carne dos descrentes,

Escorpiões espirituais picam quem ousa discordar,

Deram ao ódio o nome de verdade

Insultam a liberdade com salmos de veneno,

Mutilam consciências para caberem na fé alheia,

Enquanto vendem salvação como antídoto de mentira,

Mastigam destino como vermes no cadáver da empatia.

No monte infame onde o sangue virou dogma,

Impuseram coroas de vergonha aos livres,

Negaram humanidade para preservar o altar,

Gritaram amor enquanto erguiam a forca,

Uniram medo a divindade e chamaram isso de moral,

Este é o preço para quem não se ajoelha:

Morrer vivo sob a sombra viscosa da Culpa.

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