In the end we will be petrified through callous beings,
I smell their flesh, I hear them waiting in the dark beneath.
our hands are tied in sacrilege.
our tongues are seared,
we cannot speak.
how can we stand to destroy what cannot be,
how do we stop infinite beings.
if only we could shake into ghosts in our sleep.
we are suffocating in a plume of dust as the world quietly shakes,
watch as night churns fire,
melting down to our sunken knees.
our bones splinter in the tide as we tread this wasteland,
our lungs amputated
as they're pulled through ripped up throats.
this systematic end of days has left us in decay.
left us in decay
where is that fucking carrion, where is that putrid beast?
Ending everything.
falling one by one, we wish there were some form of finality.
he is soon to pry apart the earth and separate the fucking seas. so kneel as rust consumes thee.
succumb to thy fucking enemy.
your skin will pale at his feet,
so kneel as rust consumes thee.
his flesh now animate.
Terrifiant, ravageur, l'album vous en met plein la g... pendant plus d'1 heure. A ce titre, il est sans doute un peu trop long, et difficilement assimilable. Néanmoins, cela reste un très bon album sur le plan musical - mais j'avoue écouter très peu de tech-death... baudelagon
Symphonic stuff in metal doesn’t make its way into my collection aside from a couple of early Cradle albums. The orch here though just ads to how huge this band sounds. It makes elements in the songs more immersive. There are plenty of breaks from orchestration where its in deathcore/slamming brutality mode. While not ignorant, the songs never play with time or get mathy making it accessible and memorable. Came out 2015? Impressed. Mitch Mitcherson
Streamlining their post-metal sprawl through a sharper melodic focus, the Scottish juggernauts' third LP is labyrinthine yet approachable. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner