The world is changing, and I am dust
I’m burning like the coals in a dying fire
An epiphany of quiet unrest
Unending campaign of futility
I saw the mountains but couldn’t brave the pass
By hands of fever the task is waged
What now awaits on a bridge of ruin?
Perversion of an ever-dream, long discarded
Forced to walk the earth
This sword grows heavy
Cold breeze on my neck
Death’s hand, take me
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