Worshipers of constructs
What pitiable creatures
Lack of identity under darkened hood
Flogging ourselves with passionate
Dispossession of spirit
Soon there will be nothing left
A cathedral of hollow praise
Marks on our brows, denoting unnatural relevance
Marching as a mass, we enter the unforgiving void
Hive mind perception of reality
Consume the platter, drink the chalice
Hive mind illusion of society
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