Bless me, bless thee
Walking on earth as if the sun, surrendered to failings of a black diction
Bless me, bless thee
Ruinous state of latency, the blade that cuts deep but not cleanly
Bless me, bless thee
Circles walked backwards in the sand, digging out the marrow of primitive man
Bless me, bless thee
To the eternal womb the flight, propagated speech in the vacuum of light
Bless me, bless thee
Deep in the water you are cleansed, suture the life that refuses to mend
Page penned by the unscrupulous hand
Volumes of histories boiled in the cauldron
Drown to breath, be born anew
Falsified records deep in the archives of lost memory
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