Pain, what I don't feel fell no more
Fear, what I ain't affraid of
Feelings, which drives me mad
The twisted game of mind
The eyes deceiving reality
The whirling shadows before me
Hands stretching towards me from darkness
Voices shouting at me from the abyss
Colours appear before me
Pictures come from nothing
Doors, which lock on me now
Handcuffs, which tie my hands
Worms, which cover my body
They bite into my flesh
They drain my blood
With tied hands I would just shout
Now shinning overlays everything
Lots of dimensions open before me
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024