No love for God or gold
From barren lands, he comes
Banner high
Towering pride
Yet under a glimmering skin
Lies no heart of his own
In fact, lies nothing at all
But his repulsive impotence
Ghastly was indeed the knight...
Pillage and plunder this wasteland
Of your own making
Abounding in ruins
Defiling hopes long gone
And quiet are his steps now
His shallow waters dried out
Crawling on his scorched skin
Leaving behind the horrid stench of his intentions
The Sun has no mercy for larvae like him
For every unkept promise
Went a layer off his shell
Crowd gasping
Staring at the exposed faceless void
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