Born into this world of lies
Nurtured by false truths
Good intentions hid by pious mask
Seeds of poison fruit
Sewn into my soul
Rot begins to take its hold
Self-loathing and shame
Become a man
Awakening
Search far and wide
To find the path
Deep into the dark
I faced the beast
To find the truth
I must transcend
Now I stand on higher ground
Judged by those below
I walk on and turn my face from them
Lesser minds and weaker wills
Can’t be held at fault
Gazing ever inwards, seek enlightenment
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024