A Crooked Flower in Cosmos' Flailing Mouth

Hendrik Marsman wrote gut-wrenching, harrowing poetry, a dark vitalism at the basis, vibrant and volatile. Because most of his poetry was never translated, most people have never had the chance to read his work; we want to change that.

We created a book, A Crooked Flower in Cosmos' Flailing Mouth, and a track, Wacht - Lex Barbarorum, which are now for sale. This is both to commemorate his death, 75 years ago this year, but also to embrace his momentous drive to live. The book features translations of the 14 poems we consider the most fitting to our ideas as Terzij de Horde. Not coincidentally, these are our favourite poems too.

 The amazing artwork featured in this work is by Unknown Relic - The Artwork of Stephen Wilson.

The book can be ordered through http://www.hendrik-marsman.org and http://terzijdehorde.bandcamp.com will provide all our musical output, as always.

The delivery of the book and the song will happen around the 21st June, the day of his death, so that makes this a pre-order. A limited number will be pressed, so do not wait too long.

Additional note: our 42nd update is on Towel Day. There you go.

A banquet for the elevation of the self

Recordings are done, our first full length, Self , will be released later this year.The album focuses on the problem of self, with each track exploring different ways to live or fail to live with self and world, and the struggles these paths and strategies create: the blindness, suffering, desire for release, for the destruction of self and others, and the turning toward or away from life.

Self as prison, self as a source of power, self as vessel for manipulation by outside forces, self as shield and as inner world, self as medium for Dionysian rapture, self as something to be overcome.

In the six songs that constitute Self, the rage of black metal is paired with a cathartic destruction as well as a contemplative, sometimes crawling melancholy. Instead of navel gazing or the worship of constructs, Self is analysis forced. A cerebral celebration of liberation at all costs and a requiem for spheres rendered apart.

More news soon.