All that you’ve lost; lays with the beasts of god; writhing in hell; This curse devours light; You lay awake at night in its bile and spite. The body a tomb; its choking on the rot and defeat; For the sun and the earth; they pull apart; they tear apart.
I am alone; on a wretched; grotesque throne
For your heart is dark; beneath the moons; a waste and void. “It” desires thy soul; to fade in the frost that binds the dead; The horror stricken; filled with cursed desires and dreams; For the sun and the earth; they pull apart; they tear apart.
This is the end
The hated; discarded; the flawed; forgotten
Haunting this world; into despair...
A fantastic debut showing from Baltimore metal band Born of Plagues, uniting post-metal's expansive textures with sludge's almighty muck. Bandcamp New & Notable May 19, 2021