Morality turned against
The pale vestige
Of this accursed dream
Offered to the tasteless palette
That silence souls vast
Battling eyes that see through
Bleed me on the wastes of wind-swept stone
For I was birthed and bound to become bone
Memorials forgot
Corroding the caskets
Contorted molds
There is no eternal life
Just the final clangors
Of exit’s exhaust
Bleed me on the wastes of wind-swept stone
For I was birthed and bound to become bone
Ice cold black metal with riffs that will certainly get you frosty even in the summer. Plenty of potential and they are definitely an artist I'll keep my eye on. brandonp504