Witching hour – Darkness calling
whispers from the deep
I gaze into the endless mist
Tempted and taken by fear
Where is the safe path to follow?
An illusion of reality
In a shadow of hollow existence
Hearing only a voice from afar
Broken will and slave-bound
In mercy of the beyond
Rejected endless prayers
the last hopes are in vain
The whispers turn to screams
Flaming knifes of torture
piercing deep in my flesh
as the shadows swallow my soul
Moonlight appears
A cold and lifeless abyss
opens before my eyes
This is it...
Cold freezing chills
Empty hollow...
...the voices...
...calling...
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