Once a wide triumph in a flash becomes trial
Leaves worn hope dissolving in deceit
Venom leaks freely from the wounds of spirit
Makes soil choke on coffins full of meat
Trodden tongues of hypocrites
Matricide that one commits
Hands that reach you from the pits
To deprave
Vain attempts come all to nought:
Neither bliss, nor tragic lot
Just a hindrance down the road
To the grave
Once a swarm unceasing throws into the jaded reason
Pictures of immense repulsive honeycomb
Children of the seeds sown carve on tombstone
Memories were kept to fade in monochrome
Mindless gaze of ruminants
Patricide that never ends
Chains that pierce all your defense
To enslave
Yawns distort in hateful oath
When years mangle and erode
Corpses crawling down the road
To the grave
For sake of none
To find sense
In motion of the being
To writhe in dread
Before the imminence
To blind the others
Whose bodies feed the red abyss
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024