The cosmos were calling, consecrating the conscious captive. Cursed from the cradle to the fucking grave. Entranced and elusive, entrapped in embryonic aseity. Cursed from the cradle to the fucking grave.
Hallucinations in a haze hatching from cosmic stardust. Your spirit secretes, strangling my limbs in sludge stocked seizure. Lingering lucidity leaks from your light of luminescence. Shatter me into shards and slice me across the cutting board.
Sever me into sections and glaze me with your euphoric essence.
Dice the flailing flesh and force feed me forever. Combust within my confines and consume my creature.
Coerce, castrate and continue. Sliced from within. You're eternally inside, warping my inner being.
Absolutely floored by this album. It’s exactly the beautiful noise I’ve been aggressively consuming recently. I’ll be keeping a close eye on Pyrithe. seven skeletons
I've never danced and headbanged like a lunatic so much, listen to it makes me feel that way. I had to buy it! It's Better This Way is such a remarkable work of art, so heavy, so sludgy and just so unpredictable, it doesn't let go. Unbelievable album, unbelievable band! Darknight