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lyrics
'Twas he bid her bear the fruit of womb
So that it could be pitted, dried, pierced, strung up
Somberly martyred and exposed
Left to the cursed, howling winds
The sick light from the sun is thirty thousand words
All of them lies and truth, scared in to flesh
Cancerously, the verse will grow
Into the spine, splitting the soul
What fierce will he must have to bend you at the knee
Before the wolves with their gold crosses, cities, wine
You confess, prostrate, and degrade yourself
Echoes of words your fathers never spoke
Will move you to piety, as lapsed as you may be
Wisps of the past reign
The screaming flock, tucked away, will go quiet
Soon but not forever. The embers in the mind will grow hot
Burning more fiercely than the fires of hell
Lucifer offers comfort while the father stands still
But all’re bound to bite and suckle at the bone
promised there is always marrow to be had
But when the food has gone sour, cold and black
The crucifix above the altar is silent
supported by 7 fans who also own “Left to the Cursed Winds”
An eclectic album filled with riffs and melodies interwoven like spider webs. Oddly dark and horny at times, but cohesive with soundscapes and dynamics to keep you guessing. The man behind this project is very talented and handsome. Also, this is definitely not prog. Leland Sage
supported by 7 fans who also own “Left to the Cursed Winds”
the only thing i love more than some cleanly produced black metal is when it’s made by righteously angry queer folks. excellent instrumentation, and vocals that sound like they’re coming through a portal from the future, trying to warn us about the coming apocalypse. Mae Shults
An outstanding slab of atmospheric black metal, “Sisyphus” cannily blends texture and terror for a gripping final product. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2021