A hollowed being enters the room,
beckoning me to come nearer.
So I move closer to the entity,
peering into its demonic eyes.
They tell me everything I've been told is nothing but lies;
tearing apart my psyche,
devouring my sanity. It releases it's grasp on me,
and I collapse to the floor.
My mind defiled in an essence worth devouring,
succumed to a dimension of sunken lifeforms.
Impaled unto a pavement of wood theyre scouring,
this damnation, spirals like fucking mind storms.
Gasping for air, I look up at the conjured soul.
It looks at me, and drifts away.
But I am told I've been reborn and given breath.
As I lie on the floor gathering my thoughts,
I am now a new being, set to purify mortal wretches,
this damned planet will be cleansed of blindness.
Father of abortion, I am the messiah to his highness.
I realize what little my life has amounted to,
I pick myself up off the fucking soil.
Engulfed with the purest determination,
I shall give my legacy the meaning of legend.
supported by 8 fans who also own “Farewell to the Blind”
Wack to think they somehow went up from here. Just... damn...
its not gonna rip your face off, but its every bit as punchey and hard-hitting as the stuff coming straight out the minds of archspire.
And man them solos. im a real goon when it comes to that stuff, can't dig them, but, its fucking gooey right here, tickling all my brain parts in the perfect way. MyNameIsRedundant
supported by 8 fans who also own “Farewell to the Blind”
Incredible vocal performance with tight instrumentals that punch you in the face. My watch recognizes me air drumming and yelling to this album as exercise so do yourself a favor and listen! Dan Hutt