A little unserious summary of every Skeletà song to convince the love of my life to listen to it:
-Peacefield: very hopeful, Perpetua is happy to be Papa after years with the catholic church
-Lachryma: Perpetua's coming out song. I hate God too
-Satanized: there is something wrong in me and it turns out to be Christ
-Guding Light: don't fall for the false promises of the Church
-De Profundis Borealis: yeah, I have depression too V
-Cenotaph: THERE WAS NO REASON TO ATTACK ME LIKE THIS, FUCK YOU TOBIAS (yeah, I cry everytime I listen to this song)
-Missilia Amori: an homoerotic wrestling feud (so every wrestling feud)
-Marks of the Evil One: WWE is getting a lot of new fans
-Umbra: let's fuck in a church
-Excelsis: this is the end, it's very sad but it is ok. Also, learn to use Microsoft Office

Microsoft Office almost killed me, thank you

Here is Impera. I blame the person that loved my previous post if you have to endure another set of bad jokes:
-Imperium: instrumental, but the melody is a surprise tool that will help us later*
-Kaisarion: yeah Copia you are now Papa! Congrats Cardi. Also Hypatia is now one of my names (you should know by now that I am the beast with many names)
-Spillways: this song is dedicated to Jon Moxley
-Call me Little Sunshine: 🎵He is my sunshine, my only sunshine, he call me up when I'm asleep🎵
-Hunter's Moon: what if Michael Myers knew how to sing. Also the lore is a mess, is Laurie Strode his sister?
-Watcher in the Sky: "I see no God up here"
-Dominion: another instrumental. And with this we have finished the synonyms of "rule of a single man"
-Twenties: Trump is a fascist clownand here is the music of his circus
-Darkness at the Heart of my Love: 🎵All you need is love🎵 or maybe not
-Griftwood: Are you righteous?
                       ...No
-Bite of Passage: a 30s instrumental, but spoiler for Papa V
-Respite on the Spitalfields: He Is part 2 electric OZaloo

*No, I will not spoil when, listen to the album you coward

Gladly watching all the people around me slowly getting (back) into Ghost like

My new favorite thing is reading unhinged Skeletá reviews

They came wrapped in smoke and shadow, these priests of mock mass and whispered rebellion, bearing songs like relics carved from old bone and half-forgotten dreams. Ghost was never just a band; it was a cathedral of mirrors, where masks were not walls but invitations—each Papa Emeritus, Cardinal Copia, and now Papa V a tarot card held up to the flickering light of a restless soul. Behind those painted faces and cloaks of velvet, I found not judgment but permission: permission to become someone new, someone whole. Ghost sang in the key of permission, a voice telling me I was not broken for wearing a mask, but only broken if I never learned to take it off.

Their theater was a sacred blasphemy, a ritual not of destruction but of reclamation. They draped themselves in holy symbols only to twist them, to mock the altar and reclaim faith from the gaunt hands of cruelty disguised as morality. In their sermons, the Devil is not evil—he is will, the unshackled voice rising from the shadows. They never demanded belief in their creed but urged belief in the self, even when that self trembled in fear. Ghost taught me that sacredness lives in defiance, in the act of drawing lines not between good and evil but between love and loss, kindness and martyrdom. These lines, once blurred and dangerous, were drawn sharp and beautiful with guitars and black eyeliner.

And then came the confession, the opening of the cage. Songs like “Spillways” cracked open the ribs of silence and let grief and rage spill free. In their darkness, I found honesty—an unashamed admission that pain is memory spoken in blood, and that to feel anger or sorrow is not ugliness but proof of life. Ghost did not save me; they reminded me I was worth saving. They showed me that boundaries are not walls but altars where I kneel to my own spirit and say, “You belong to no one but yourself.” I lit candles for every part of me I was told to bury and sang with them—not to summon demons, but to wake the quiet strength that had slipped into shadow.

In the flickering light of their dark liturgy, in cathedrals forged from sound and bone and whispered spells, Ghost gave me back the voice I lost between shame and silence. It was not a roar nor a hymn but a steady, aching truth: I am enough, cracks and all. Tobias Forge does not preach but narrates, reminding me that stories are spells, and each album a grimoire of boundaries drawn in beauty. Not power over others, but the quiet, holy power of saying no. And so, cloaked in velvet shadows, crowned in soft flame, I stand a little taller, a little braver—not haunted anymore, but haunting.

(Rune Hexe)

Today is May 27th and tonight the Polar Music Prize dedicated to Queen will be held.
Ghost will participate with a cover and I'm eating my elbows in the waiting.

Perpetua's first cover!!!
And new video footage!!!
I'm so hyped omg!!!

Today I got the fabric so yeah
It begins

Polar Music Prize livestream here!
https://www.youtube.com/live/6cx5eODcmBU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs9c7760k1Y
Hq version from the Polar Prize channel

Crying because I realized that for those who couldn't go to the concerts until now, this is the first Perpetua's performance they can see