Outlook plagued by apathy
The damned ambulates toward the forest
Corpses festoon the path, swaying in drift with the breeze
Whispers from Aokigahara
Free falling, for a brief moment.
Beckoning voices shrieking, cackling
The damned ties the noose with a smile
Toss the rope, begin the climb, short though binding
Whispers from Aokigahara.
If “atmospheric black metal” implies majestic comedowns and dramatic dynamics, this powerhouse instead constitutes anti-atmospheric black metal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 23, 2021