out of wanting, bore a great emptiness
a nothing that grows, as you burn in reverie
like a woman who yearns for motherhood
yet cannot create life
no resolve-no comfort
pure hell
roving the realm of sight
yet crucified for the vision
living recycled lives
dead above ground
my hate will be known
will you hear me now
banality is my only reality
and endless crawl through perdition
will i ever find peace
a form of release
Getting swept up in the merciless undertow driving these all-consuming black-metal songs is half the fun. The other half is in the riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2019