Within the framework of divine constructs i see the decay
Closer still, am I to heretical vengeance
Immortality, a mockery of divinity
Beyond, amarithine embrace
A wicked pathetic being
A weak child, lost in darkness
Guttural shrieks, at my degenerated state
Without a thought, my cold fingers rip through your skin
Leaving no mark, i weave my way into your flesh
Life lapsing into life
Releasing this self slaughtered marionette from my ties that bind it
Within the framework of divine constructs i see the decay
Closer still, am I to heretical vengeance
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024