Look into the mirror, the face is not of me
Dominant decay, that‘s forging of the hell
Fall into the fear, a seed of violently
Denigrate divine
What’s chosen by free will?
I am glory one
I feel god in me
I see your demise
Frozen eyes of me
Broken like a death
Beacon of dement
I… I was king of world…
Delusion is the real
Misplaced mind…will never heal
Take down the mirror, the face will never seen
Defiance denied, once forcing to suicide
Exhaustively sear, defeated entity
Disposed remains
What’s treason of free will?
I was crucified
I feel god’s descent
I see your revenge
Rotting dead of me
Blowing by the wind
Season of dement
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024