4.
...OF WRAITHES AND SALVATORY BLINDNESS ("Talking With Spectres")
Driven in noose
I've seen the light,
Nothing to lose,
No place to hide.
Shadows called forth
To join them.
To leave this earth...
Or raise again?
From Heaven's top
I was came back,
But phantom rope
Still burns my neck.
I see the wraithes
Crossing the Styx.
Only dead faces
Near the crucifix.
I cannot bear it -
Blood tears I cry.
I cannot see it -
(I) put out my eyes.
Voices in darkness...
They carve my brain.
Salvatory blindness
Brought me more pain.
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024