A cult of dread
Spills silence
On a tattered people
The strings of sanity
Plucked until frayed
Divided amongst themselves
Sheltered in the fires
Of their own hell
Call to me
Presence of peace
Shelter me
Face of the patient
Forbid me not
This oath of freedom
From the void
A voice of reason
Collapse of the brittle
A balance in despair
Torn from the pinnacle
Built on their backs
Showered in the blood of regret
A fateful mourn
From the undertow of creation
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Spun it about 5 times over the past weekend, in a sea of overbearing DM this demo hits hard with those blasts that groove along with the pummel of the riff, and solos and synths that take you somewhere else, better than the record versions imo. bacon_cakez
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018