We have returned to the gardens of agony
Across the eons, drifting uncertainty
The ouroboros—cyclic suffering
Despite our triumphs, perpetual defeat
We will lose every time
We concede everything
We fold so readily
We will lose every time
And through the isles we shall walk
Behold the fruits of miserable labor
We'll look to the stars, beyond a doomed canopy
And ask ourselves: Is this salvation?
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