Time has passed like grains of sand through ancient fingers
I can't recall the last I've heard my name
What's left of me is cracked and broken, the fact I'm still alive, do I still feel shame?
Is it misery, a flame not burned to embers, am I paralyzed to this shallow game?
The filth, to me, it sings and cracks with hunger
Am I ground in its jaws, spat out and cast aside?
Do you recall days of reverie, the joy we had a fleeting memory
I've sold my soul to the dark, the voices speaking in the dark
Relinquish and abdicate, you were born to contaminate
Poison the future, kill all solutions
There's no hope in nurturing life, never-ending woe, constant strife
Is this the crux of human destruction?
Our morality, ever dissolving, in the process of de-evolving
Let filth claim us, our absolving
Paragons are we in destitution, transforming into the lowest form of life
To ever crawl the earth
Wig of Flies, the perverted crown, the true mark of the parasite
Upon your gaze, I wretch and reel, a prayer for death whispered into deaf ears
Even if I were deaf, the track titles alone would warrant me owning this album- providing in a way, a literary nod to The Phantom Lodge ala Mazes and Monsters.
As for musicality, these boys sure rolled a nat 20 for this subterranean high speed attack, delivering a distinctly critical hit for the archives. satangutsandchristcorpsepaint
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023