A storm of fleeting lusts that linger in my loins
Well beyond the dusk, a face without a voice
Imprinted in my memories, softly comforting at times
But it stirs me from sleeping as it grows in my mind
I stare outside the open world
Consumed by grief and stress, breathing fumes
Laid bare, I see it for the worth, the waste
The acid fumes I taste
As I gag on the garbage plume consumed
This is not a home, a tomb
The light became dull and strained
Waned and frayed, fearful and tame
Soft, sick, unable to risk
Once it stared, now it’s too weak to blink
Between the silhouettes rumors lies the truth
And nothing without sacrifice can pass to light
A multitude of lives evaporate with tides
A tempered undertow that sucks you down and spits you out into
A nether region conceived from your aching soul
And now a rest, we’ve expended all text
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Krallice reinventing their sound while still retaining their signature quirks.fantastic album, a wavering, beautiful mess that engulf the listener. Gata Vrangr
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I'm a big fan of "Quadripartite Mirror Realm" from Go Be Forgotten, which Demonic Wealth seems to use as a basis for exploration. Epic microtonal psychedelic cosmic horror. The Dusk Chapel