Speech falls silent The more words that are spilt, the more hopeless it becomes The more desperate the need, the stronger the apathy takes hold And it spirals out of control Descending into some riotous state Oblivious to all And only horror most severe Could bring the senses to reason Regret, and despair so great Make this body of lead Cognition burns my eyes The angst pulses, through my veins Can this malignant realisation be set to forge paths anew? Or is it just another wound to burn on Until all hope is rotting in vain? Contain. Castigate. Abscond. Descend That old faithful The whispered promise Beguiled in doubt Transparent intent, bereft of substance And it always comes to this So let us raise a final glass To resentment, hostility To breakdown To end
Currently listening to this 10mins away from where it was recorded (Priory recording studios) in Lichfield UK 🤘
14:15 - 14:40
One of the greatest crescendos ever (to the best of my knowledge 😃)
Funeral Doom at its best!!!
Amazing band and very good cover artwork!
The hole's dark and I can't see anything. Will you jump down? >Yes. >No.
It's pitch black beyond the door. I can't tell how far the blackness stretches. Will You go down? >Yes. >No.
This corpse... Into this hole? There's a hole in the floor. I can't see the bottom. How far does this thing go...? Will you go down? >Yes. >No.
Another hole... do I really have to drop through it...? >Yes. >No.
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yes.
Speech falls silent
The more words that are spilt, the more hopeless it becomes
The more desperate the need, the stronger the apathy takes hold
And it spirals out of control
Descending into some riotous state
Oblivious to all
And only horror most severe
Could bring the senses to reason
Regret, and despair so great
Make this body of lead
Cognition burns my eyes
The angst pulses, through my veins
Can this malignant realisation be set to forge paths anew?
Or is it just another wound to burn on
Until all hope is rotting in vain?
Contain. Castigate. Abscond. Descend
That old faithful
The whispered promise
Beguiled in doubt
Transparent intent, bereft of substance
And it always comes to this
So let us raise a final glass
To resentment, hostility
To breakdown
To end
Looks like Greg still has a scorched mind.
be trapped. be abused. escape. fall into chaos.