Swedish TERRA TENEBROSA have released new video for the song “Where Shadows Have Teeth”, watch it below.

Taken from the highly critically acclaimed last TERRA TENEBROSA offering, “The Reverses“, released a few months ago, the video – which was produced and directed by Johnny Hell (Teratogenesis) and co-produced by Simon Tingell (Trickfabriken) – is a nightmare tale populated by the appearance of faces and bodies from the shadows of some claustrophobic dwelling, creatures that bear only a fleeting resemblance to humans (including The Cuckoo himself, who has already proven he’s not quite human). Other imagery suggests a fairy tale that has been perverted, its innocence destroyed or twisted into increasingly grotesque forms. [No Clean Singing]

“The Reverses” is still available on Digipack CD and Gatefold 2×12″ LP.
Two magnificent special Gatefold 2×12″ LP editions are also available here & here.
The Digital version is available on Bandcamp as well as through all usual platforms.
Stunning merchandising is obtainable here.

“The Reverses” is a gloriously obscure compendium of chaotic styles, dark soundscapes and frantic elements, “for those seeking a nightmare in which to get lost, this record could soothe what ails and help you connect with your own weirdness” (Meat Mead Metal)

Young Cuckoo, in his nest
Devoured all its kin
Pushed them out, one by one
And flew, shedding its skin

Cuckoo then opened jaws
Til all fell in its ways
Indulged in every poison
Just to see how it would taste

Proud Cuckoo ventured next
To take upon the King
But “Only when you have lost all
Shall you as regent sing”

Cuckoo thus pursued the quest
To travel o’er world
Terra Tenebrosa: the dark earth
Before his feet unfurled

Down tar-trails into darkened woods
And fields he did wander
Staircases descending the abyss
And stranger places yonder

As boatsman of the unconscious,
He rowed people to and fro
Oft his boat was emptied
As guests drowned in the undertow

Cuckoo saw the women
Giving birth over the graves
Saw humans binding themselves to fate
Predestinated slaves

Lamenting all things perishable,
Enscribed with mortal peck
But no true beauty without decay
Breathing down its neck

The voyager returned from travel,
Senses spent and weary,
Eyes hollowed by all things seen
Yet refusing to unsee

His stomach bloat and sagged
From all which he had ate
Rich in wisdom he may be
But also scorn and hate

The present king bowed his head,
His time had come to pass:
”Only one who embraces chaos
Can rule unruly mass”

As veil was lifted from his gaze,
Crowned Cuckoo now could see
Not until you give up all
Is your spirit free

And truth speaks in splintered tongue,
Through fog and filthy air:
That soul is found in solitude
And “I” mined from despair

Elusive is the Cuckoo,
Cunning in craft and trickery
His roar withers into sobs,
Then erupts in malicious glee

Clamour, doom, demented cries,
Disorder he has tamed
Confusion made his masterpiece
Terra Tenebrosa it was named

Many listeners came from far and wide
To hear the Cuckoo sing
Desperately seeking to grasp its grip
But thus declared the king:

”You, a new-fangled fowler,
Wish my art to feed your misery;
Now feel free to devour it all,
But you shall never catch me”