A promise
Empty words unfulfilled
He knows not of truth
Ever increasing distrust
If I perish, let me be
All I wanted was to be at peace
So I rot, dying drought
Mortal flesh is not what I brought
The howling wind takes me to
My grave where I lay and cease to be
Thus I die, where I lie
Turned into dust, and reset in grief
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023