Under a cloak of silence
Harrowed by sacrilege
We used to lurk in secret
Sheltered by brume and rains
The progenies of good
Descendants of the ill
Entangled in the web of schemes to erode whole equilibrium
Devoid of bliss
Not given mercy
Obscene in essence yet full of blossom
To exist, not live
To consume, not feed
Made to molder with age and become derelict
Every story has its beginning
And this one will soon come to its end
I admit it was foolish of me
When I gifted myself with the treasure of thee
When angels fell from heaven
And demons slaughtered them all
I hid one from their sight and dared evil to come
I dared evil to come
And evil had come
Wish I could save us now ever so benevolent
Instead of quivering like a terrified animal
In the maws of the fiend I shiver
Watching them bite on your ripped out liver
The legend has it
Descend from paradise was swift
Ascend from hell they say was even more so
Yet here I lie moss-covered from my head to heels
And I can't tell reality from a dream
My words mean nothing
But my last song I sing
The imps upon my shoulders keep on pushing me
I'm chained to stones that will forever hold me still
My sole transgression is my epitaph
The words of pleasure
You spoke with passion
You spoke with passion
Another scorcher from the phenomenal one-man black metal outfit STARER, with mind-flaying riffs and eerie tremolo-picked melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 31, 2023