Choking on chains that estrange, clenching coils inside of my brain. Extract the confining daggers dissecting my chopped up cerebral confusion.
Submerged in embers, singing all sensation. Scalded states setting blaze to all my sordid scripture. Wretched theory beckoning my will to the ball and chain as I shrivel unto naught.
Ponder annihilation of existence. Extinct motive to rise with the dawn of alpha. Spawned from the dusk disguising omega. I've reached square one longing for departure.
No beginning, no end, inaugurations in termination.
Engorge the apple and plant the remnants of the seed. Nurture for harvest, see how much is left to bleed. Infestation of worms carry on the feast, buried in the bowels of the vilest beast.
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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
supported by 4 fans who also own “NEQUAQUAM VACUUM”
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