We don’t remember the taste of blood
Constant struggle to live
To even exist
Masses born to consume, devouring the meager resources
Mankind as the breathing flesh bags of shit
When shall we dwell in silence
As the outcome of this lunacy
Time swept away
Blinded by a curtain of lies
We are the dwelling mass of disgusting piles of flesh
Feast, consume, breed
You are the Kali Yuga
Crown upon your head, drilling into your skull
I hold myself above all reason
I hold myself above all reason
We were not meant to be
As no one bears a heart like mine
A heart that could end this all
Purest one holds the golden heart, son of Void
Brightest of them all, all-seeing truth
Climax of aeon
In the brightest of fires
In this holocaust
Man’s world shall fall
The Finnish melancholic metal band thrillingly expands the sonic parameters of doom metal on their third full-length. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2020