Spat on, in the face of a constant mockery
Howling for armageddon
Sour soil filling body, spirit eroding, emptiness
The trumpets of redemption are blowing on deafened ears
Failing to summon the light
Barbed-wire nooses my throat
Tortured in trammels, I am thy own retribution
Falling on sword, no twelve labours of penance for me
A Sisyphus crushed by thy boulder
Rotting, let the vestiges of thy carrion
Be consumed by the vultures, by the worms
Let me be erased, forgotten, dust
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Some of the best raw black metal I’ve heard in a while. So many infectious riffs it’s absurd. Easily my favorite release from lamp of Murmuur. HyperboreanFrost