Siechknecht - Pestmond (Review)

(Physical release set for October 31st, 2025, under the seal of Purity Through Fire)

Let the iron bells ring across the Germanic plains,
for the time has come to recount the birth of a new black banner, Pestmond, the first offering of SIECHKNECHT, unveiled from the subterranean forge of Purity Through Fire.
Like a cry rising from the catacombs of an ancient world, this twenty-four-minute opus emerges from the mist, proud and terrible, bearing within its heart the discipline of iron and the pride of conquerors.

Guided by Revenant, veteran of the hosts of Sarkrista and Order of Nosferat, the battalion SIECHKNECHT marches in perfect cadence, Desmotes wields his guitar as a blade of steel, Seuchefürst handles the bass like a war mace, and Ifrit strikes the drums as one seals a blood oath. Together they sculpt a monument to Teutonic black metal, upright, cold, and unrelenting.

“Verbrannte Reigen” opens the battlefield like a sacred conflagration. Flames dance to the rhythm of an imperial march, while melodies, proud and mournful, rise into the steel-gray sky like banners torn by the wind.
Then comes “Pestmond”, a pestilential moon hanging over a dying world. Here the band unveils its full might, each note feels carved from stone, each drumbeat echoes like the tread of an invisible army crossing the ruins of a forgotten empire.

But with “Sieben Nägel und ein Gebet”, the procession turns into liturgy. Seven nails, one prayer, and the earth bleeds. Revenant preaches there with the fervor of a damned monk, voice of flame and shadow, invoking forgotten gods within a chapel ablaze. And when “Segler der Nordmeere” rises, the horizon opens onto the northern seas, vast and cold. One feels the nostalgia of fallen heroes, the crash of waves upon the hulls of ships that shall never return.

Pestmond is no mere record, it is a scepter of conquest, forged in fury and tempered in glory.
Recorded beneath a merciless summer sun and shaped by Rune Stavnesli at Stavmix Studio, its sound stands like a fortress, clear, powerful, yet never sterile.
The artwork by Vhan Artworks & Printing completes the whole, like a master-painted coat of arms where one may read pestilence, faith, and triumph intertwined.

In a world where many bands no longer remember what they raise aloft, SIECHKNECHT march unshaken.
Their music is that of fallen knights, of banners the wind could not extinguish.
It is the song of lost wars, and of dignity restored.

When the Valkyries ride,
and the stars fade one by one from the sky of men,
it shall be SIECHKNECHT they listen to,
for Pestmond is the black moon under which the glory of iron and fire is written.

Feuer, Stolz, Sieg.

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