I built this armour to keep it inside
A vessel, a mask, bewildered, awry
And beneath, it grows, like weeds among stones
Bearing a cross, a crown made of thorns
Not a word shall be uttered
A life forfeit, left in the gutter
Self-loathing thoughts on repeat,
forever narcissistic
Unvoiced, it has taken its place
Heartless, my blood written fate
Lifeless, a grievous embrace
Enraged, a quenchless hate
It has taken its place
Bearing a cross
And a Crown made of thorns
I wear this mask
That my face (has) grown to fit
Winded and worn
I'll find rest when I'm dead
Self-loathing
thoughts on repeat
forever
narcissistic
supported by 83 fans who also own “Distant Visitant”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018