Moldering bodies and their servant maggots
a most vial butchery , ravaging live as we know it
Soul quest to consume human flesh
This wretched aroma of ignorance is intoxicating
Defying the wretched ones till the darkness comes to open the gates again.
To be maimed on such uncertain apathetic idle grounds
Whatever you have spoken in the dark will be heard in idol light
We will search for death and will not find it,
desire will flee us, hail and fire fallows
I don't think i have myself figured out
but I do believe in this fading drought
in the break of a darkened light
visions of fateful and utter emaciation
The goat of a thousand young
Black ram of the Amon forest
His voice has the sound of many waters/my anchor to sanity
His voice as the sound of many waters
I am he who lives, and was dead.
Hail, ram of the son and deathless one,
his voice has the sound of many waters
Come forth from thy blackened temple
Thy blackened temple
Deception is the engine that runs itself
elevate the spirit forget the flesh
I watched as dreams slowly washed away and die, this is my last goodbye
Real knowledge is to know the extent of ones
ignorance
The deadly parallels
Wisdom is available to those who hold the key
Our visions
Illusions
Define our world and space
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024