Embalmed by the infernal memory
You felt brave enough to spread your circle
Pride swollen, yet the brine of fear coats your skin
Heir to the noose of your wishes
Mine into the wound of desire
Tongues of their crooked liberties washed ashore
Your rotten green sands
Peering through your pitiful veil,
they tolled the bells
You lit that candle in hopes to kill me
Now they will rape your mind in my honor
Mirror vortex ropes the inner sanctum
Wring into conniption which is still vermillion
Any moment of clarity wracks your skull
Snorting pole dialect echoes in timeless corridors
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024