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| "Skitliv" means "shit life" in Norwegian/Swedish |
Country of origin:Norway
Location:Oslo
Status:Active
Year of creation:2005
Genre:Black/Doom Metal
Lyrical themes:Religions
Current label:Season of Mist
SKITLIV was formed in Norway in 2005 by Maniac, former vocalist of Mayhem - primarily as a means for him to comment on the inevitable downfall of humanity - but also because after leaving Mayhem, he was now ready to exorcise his own personal demons.
SKITLIV was formed in Norway in 2005 by Maniac, former vocalist of Mayhem - primarily as a means for him to comment on the inevitable downfall of humanity - but also because after leaving Mayhem, he was now ready to exorcise his own personal demons.
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| Demo 2007 |
Demo 2007
Type:Demo
Release date:2007
Label:Self-released/independent
1. Virescit Volnere Virtus 04:32
2. Hollow Devotion 06:44
3. Slow Pain Coming 05:38
16:54
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| Kristiansen & Kvarforth ... |
Kristiansen and Kvarforth Swim in the Sea of Equilibrium While Waiting
Type:EP
Release date:December 4th, 2007
Label:Self-released/independent
1. Who Will Deliver Us From Gold & Planets? 02:26
2. Slow Pain Coming 06:52
3. A Valley Below 08:55
18:13
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| Amfetamin |
Amfetamin
Type:EP
Release date:February 25th, 2008
Label:Cold Spring Records
1. Amfetamin 07:17
2. Slow Pain Coming (Cold Spring Mix) 06:49
3. Intro: Who Will Deliver Us From Gold & Planets? (Live) 02:32
4. A Valley Below (Live) 05:43
5. Hollow Devotion (Live) 06:04
6. Slow Pain Coming (Live) 05:15
7. Virescit Volnere Virtus (Live) 04:39
8. Amfetamin (Live) 06:05
44:24
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| Skandinavisk Misantropi |
Skandinavisk Misantropi
Type:Full-length
Release date:October 19th, 2009
Label:Season of Mist
1. Luciferon (intro) 05:21
2. Slow Pain Coming 07:43
3. Hollow Devotion 08:39
4. Skandinavisk Misantropi 06:31
5. Towards the Shores of Loss (Vulture Face Kain) 10:28
6. A Valley Below 09:26
7. Densetsu 07:55
8. ScumDrug 13:12
01:09:15
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| Bloodletting |
Type:EP
Release date:February 22nd, 2010
Label:Cold Spring Records
1. Who Will Deliver Us From Gold & Planets? 02:22
2. Slow Pain Coming (Cold Spring Mix) 06:47
3. A Valley Below (Demo Version) 05:45
14:54
Hollow Devotion
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| Maniac |
The real intention comes alive
So hopelessly lost in hopes all of you
I wish you all could see what I see
This world is empty as empathy
With eyes like poisoned snakes
I burn at the core of redemption
Like sick animals I�ll put you to sleep
And see that this world is nothing
Incineration as healing
A wound of ecstasy
The hand that caresses
By death I give life
To enjoy everything
enjoy nothing
To know everything
know nothing
To own everything
own nothing
To be everything
be nothing
I Am the Breath of God
SKITLIV by PATRICIA THOMAS
Towards the Shores of Loss (Vulture Face Kain)
The arrow
Told me
I am under stars
As sweet as being
But the stars' faces
The implant is
The Merciful Dust
The slick face of the unborn
Exhausted head
In the peace of the trip
The spurs stutter "chaos"
Or "love"
But only the lonely
The axe
At which click you
At fucked faun play
Makes faces
Of stairs and stars
But the train is dead
Your faith
"I wonder who makes the sea?"
"I wonder Ur?"
The neck smells nude
And the pain and love
After the woman blossoms
At streams
I see moths fail in polite twilights
The broken banks
The horses fall
The beautiful pool
Buy grace in installments
Give fox fox fox
Frost broken face
Vulture face Kain
Craving the unlimited nothingness
The seeps through the eyeballs of life
Sanctified by the hand of the Lord
The one that kept his secrets and
Balanced the unforgiven challenge
That I hoped to wear on my shoulders
Nothing else came through these walls
Except the screams that shattered
Your dreams
Sagacity of wanton strangeness
Coming up on the ever yielding lifelessness
In through the holiness of His miseries
Slaying the by-products of the eternal screams
To whatever cleverness you tried to balance
Retributions and dull confirmations
Kept clean for your own contributions
Slowly I saw your face of Hell and touched every way of it
Pollutions never came that easy
When Satan stared back in anguish
Dissolutions where always pure as ice
How can you now cast the dice?
Like sharpened knives of dried up shells
The informations from you was dreadlife
In its own depravity it called out
To shared visions of the sky divisions
How could I ever go this way?
How could I ever love your eyes?
Mishandled nothings of dying cavortions
Hell or Heaven was never an option
Probability is non-negotiable
Inside those cracked up bells
And came crashing in flashes
That once was you and me
They piled up Jesus-like bombshells
The mystery of the one soul given
Of all I craved
Of all I behaved
Hell or Heaven was never an option
For us
Dag Otto Drums
See also: Haust
Ingvar Magnusson Guitars
Niklas Kvarforth Guitars, Vocals (Background)
See also: Diabolicum, Shining, The Sarcophagus, ex-Funeral Dirge, ex-Bethlehem, ex-Den Saakaldte, ex-Hjarnidaudi, ex-Livsnekad, ex-Ondskapt, ex-Manes
Maniac Vocals, Guitars
See also: ex-Wurdulak, ex-Mayhem
Towards the Shores of Loss (Vulture Face Kain)
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| Maniac |
Told me
I am under stars
As sweet as being
But the stars' faces
The implant is
The Merciful Dust
The slick face of the unborn
Exhausted head
In the peace of the trip
The spurs stutter "chaos"
Or "love"
But only the lonely
The axe
At which click you
At fucked faun play
Makes faces
Of stairs and stars
But the train is dead
Your faith
"I wonder who makes the sea?"
"I wonder Ur?"
The neck smells nude
And the pain and love
After the woman blossoms
At streams
I see moths fail in polite twilights
The broken banks
The horses fall
The beautiful pool
Buy grace in installments
Give fox fox fox
Frost broken face
Vulture face Kain
Craving the unlimited nothingness
The seeps through the eyeballs of life
Sanctified by the hand of the Lord
The one that kept his secrets and
Balanced the unforgiven challenge
That I hoped to wear on my shoulders
Nothing else came through these walls
Except the screams that shattered
Your dreams
Sagacity of wanton strangeness
Coming up on the ever yielding lifelessness
In through the holiness of His miseries
Slaying the by-products of the eternal screams
To whatever cleverness you tried to balance
Retributions and dull confirmations
Kept clean for your own contributions
Slowly I saw your face of Hell and touched every way of it
Pollutions never came that easy
When Satan stared back in anguish
Dissolutions where always pure as ice
How can you now cast the dice?
Like sharpened knives of dried up shells
The informations from you was dreadlife
In its own depravity it called out
To shared visions of the sky divisions
How could I ever go this way?
How could I ever love your eyes?
Mishandled nothings of dying cavortions
Hell or Heaven was never an option
Probability is non-negotiable
Inside those cracked up bells
And came crashing in flashes
That once was you and me
They piled up Jesus-like bombshells
The mystery of the one soul given
Of all I craved
Of all I behaved
Hell or Heaven was never an option
For us
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| Niklas Kvarforth |
Dag Otto Drums
See also: Haust
Ingvar Magnusson Guitars
Niklas Kvarforth Guitars, Vocals (Background)
See also: Diabolicum, Shining, The Sarcophagus, ex-Funeral Dirge, ex-Bethlehem, ex-Den Saakaldte, ex-Hjarnidaudi, ex-Livsnekad, ex-Ondskapt, ex-Manes
Maniac Vocals, Guitars
See also: ex-Wurdulak, ex-Mayhem
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