My skin has grown coarse and rough over the past months
I have cut my flesh and bruised it, I have left marks on bone
Now I will come under the frozen sky and tread the boards
Whether as a murderer or as the body they find
And there will have been a calm settled in my words
I will speak as the weakest one, continually flayed
Constantly dragged by my legs into death postures
The dreams I had throughout were dark
And they were filled with motions, departing and changing
The stations became home, the static increased
The volumes of white noise spoke their peace to me
So I grew weary and sought the exit, a way out
I moved for love- and when I couldn’t see you,
I found what it takes to destroy
My dear, I fear this sickness may get the better of me
So I will wait for you at the end of the path where the trees clear
As sure as the sun chases shadows west
I will wait, for you
I only hope that you may find me.
supported by 6 fans who also own “Forever Flay the Body”
This sounds exactly how I want black metal to sound. I have spent a long time searching for it but this is precisely what I was looking for. homocarbonis
supported by 6 fans who also own “Forever Flay the Body”
This is my favorite release by a criminally underrated American black metal project. The astonishing musicianship (this was a one-person band), the way the dense howl of vocals and strings contrast with the spacey 80s Joe Hisaishi keys, the unusual and endlessly creative ways the drum machine is utilized - there's still nothing quite like Petrychor, even now. I've listened to 'Planets Born of Human Ash' a hundred times and the percussion still blows my mind.
Cheers, and thanks for the music. Vintage Devilry
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020