Sanguine eyes stare
Through chambers of coal
And a veil of tranquility
Overwhelms me
In my darkness
All these screams of sorrow
All these dripping diamond tears
In spiritual unrest
I dare to take the step beyond
And there is the absolute nonentity
And at a glance I catch a grim grin
A rusty scythe welcomes me
A hollow hood
An irideson smile
All around dimensions collapse
And time bends
A shadow maelstrom appears
Intangible and annihilating
A storm of souls condemned
Swallowing all known reality
And there I stand
A willing offering
An offering that is myself
Eager and prepared
This is the His coming… the coming of abyssgale.
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024