Lurid,
Their eyes glow in face of the morning dawn
Godless
All life stems from the sun,
Now their sole guidance
Brought into the realms of evil
To catalyze the course of grief
Raking through the dire remembrance
Onward into the woods
The lamb lies dormant by the blackened stake
Gnawing the breasts of a burning, a crippled burning witch
Lost to the past
Harboring tears of anguish
In the form of eulogy
Solace is found
In the hands of a strangling forest
A foul deliverance
He walks into the shrine of inner solitude
To find nature's descent and chaos seeping through
(All come into view)
Headlong into the blinding white
Prone to disappear
Fair to the eyes of a martyred father's son
The sun casting her shade over fallen ruins
Rests earlier than these eyes sanctify its hues
(As she bathes in the dew)
Could all these trials leave one undaunted
to all but guilt's smothering fog?
The lowering stars seal her bloodshot eyes
Sinking further down the mat of leaves
And when words failed you,
You let your body tell the story
One of many endings and many beginnings
A fable of sorrow and solitude
Now hot-forged into your skin
It was sore
But by the time the tears started flowing
They were quickly muted by the hammering of the nail
So you let out a scream
One loud enough to deafen nature’s pantheon
If only they could listen
You roar
Hoping that every salted wound
Every ounce of charred skin,
Every blooddrop yet to taint the crust of the earth
Could find a voice in the howling of the wind
For then,
and only then
Peace would be known to men.
Headlong into the blinding white
Prone to disappear
Safe in the prayer of a mother, long gone…
Forgotten tales of winter
Recited to the wind by heart
An unknown heritage of bygone spirits
Those words were everything that's left
Augured exile
Trapped in the lair of wolves
An ailing sinner's strain
Fled from the distant
Beacons of excess
To die in the squalor of failed ambitions
Violence is slowly tearing open a rift inside
Stillborn deconstruction
Reveals all that never was
An ode to patriarchy
Empires will rise
Kings, enthroned
Come the deluge
All shall succumb
supported by 37 fans who also own “The Wandering Daughter”
I can go on and on about all the great metal albums of 2018, it was a stellar fucking year especially for the underground, just know this is one of the best of the bunch. Great merch too. CHEF🇦🇲DETH
supported by 25 fans who also own “The Wandering Daughter”
Melodic riffs, atmospheric passages, introspective lyrics... I found everything I was looking for in this album. Stunning Black metal from Portugal. Jimmy Foresta
supported by 24 fans who also own “The Wandering Daughter”
It seems like every year one band rises from relative obscurity to deliver a genre and decade defining masterpiece, and Sleep at the Edge of the Earth was that album in 2015. The mix of lilting folk melodies, imperious orchestrations and titanic slabs of death metal literally redefined what I though metal bands were capable of. Easiest 5/5 ever J H
A new compilation series featuring cat-loving metal bands from every state donating their tracks for local animal welfare organizations. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2018
The proceeds from this brain-splitting 34-track sampler from Relapse will be donated to music education charity Rock To The Future. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2017
Two death metal legends unite for a once-in-a-lifetime LP; rife with classic appeal and flavor, it's a manifesto that works in any era. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 11, 2017