Wandering not after capricious auguries.
Shunning false beacons
Sanguine strands adorn dank subterranean tunnels
Realities falling like torrential rains.
In an eternal moment of tumult
Pooling at our feet and rising ominously.
Lingering threat of attenuation
Waning masters of nothingness gazing on oblivion
Now choking, reaching, grasping for anchorage in the tempest
Abandoned, marooned, forsaken in a realm of dying light.
Isolated are we in space and time
Malingering and plotting demise, eroding and dilapidated.
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