Spit forth, the bile of chaos carves
A labyrinth of menial paths
Tortured within these faceless passages
A demon loathing it’s foul reflection
Sheds putrid skin beseeching callous hide
A courtyard of discarded husks
Our legacy divine, an inbred ascendance
Tethered flight from impure roots
Defeated vomit altars loom as shadows in a ghastly fog
Splinters of Alesis grind betwixt transcended teeth
Black pitch mires concocted from ancestral blood
The shattering of purpose as fractured sediment of endless stone
The iron will, hammer and anvil
Raging bellows breath life to higher flames
The primal ore, forging the Übermensch
Forcing the hand of god from his heinous throne
Disciples of a moldering dawn
Dissecting feeble vermin for catalytic spawn
Confined in this bleak earthen form
Bound unto the beast in vain to be forsworn
Torchless burial of man as rotten hearts are still consumed
Fatuous presence so high and grim imitates the hungering hand
Under the shadow of misbegotten wings
Sprawled out as carrion, a feast for newfound kings
Mass grave horizon, stairway of the damned
Marching abyssal emptiness, swallowed by the sand
Ruptured cocoons birth a familiar stench
Bearing the mark of humanity’s thirst that cannot be quenched
Our layers of serpent skin, tatters in the wind
An anguished form flagellates for how it has sinned
Defeated vomit altars loom as shadows in a ghastly fog
Splinters of Alesis grind betwixt transcended teeth
Black pitch mires concocted from ancestral blood
The shattering of purpose as fractured sediment of endless stone
Writhing in the palm of the fates
Wailing faces warp and twist
Melded into gnarled flesh of time
Dreams ooze as pus from cyst
Bleeding the pulsing husk of life
Scars engraved upon skin of space
Revolts to drain the ouroboros
Stitched by keepers of empty faith
Vulture eyes transfixed by the seer
Cast down your torches, adapt to the night
Aimless beasts castrated of meaning
Cast down your torches, reveal the sight
Slave ship of sacred abomination drowns in stygian sea
From depths are invoked the sinister ones to set us free
Riding forth
Unhallowed might
Culling scythe raised
Reapers of blight
Ecstasy of coming doom
Harbinger of abyssal tomb
Through smoke of charring flesh
Hoofbeats of molten mares
And warriors of wavering death
Pierce penumbra of man’s total eclipse
Purifiers
Spread cosmic flame
Sowers of silence
For void to claim
Petrified murmurs of dying dreams
Flow once more in sanguine streams
Gnawing serpent’s cycle unbound
As stillness and shadow are finally crowned
supported by 5 fans who also own “Nachtengeist / Quotidian Purgatory”
Guitars sound like flaming lava, riffs melting into one another while moving slowly across everything and destroying everything - the plaintive and bruised cries for help over it all add a weight that sinks you beneath the earth. The sound is as clear as the soul is dark. Jono Schneider
supported by 4 fans who also own “Nachtengeist / Quotidian Purgatory”
From start to finish, this is release is full of emotion and atmosphere. I only wish I found it sooner. I appreciate the tale tying the songs together. Los
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024