The knot around the neck
The breath painful and heavy
The mouth wide open
In great anticipation
The earth speaks
In parables
The coincidence of time
As the burning bush promises
The shaking ground
The darkening sky
The arms wide open
As the knot tightens
There is no pattern
There is no meaning
There is no message
There is no aim
There is no target
There is no guilt
There is no direction
There is no end
The fading eyes
With cosmic insight
And many voices
Within the eternal silence
The shape of God
Like myriads of fragments in crystal sands
Birthed in blood
There is no pattern
There is no meaning
There is no message
There is no aim
There is no target
There is no guilt
There is no direction
There is no end to the cruelty and the famished anger of the Adversary
The excellent French metal band Epectase return with another brain-bender, offering an almost proggy take on black metal fury. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2022