Fear
Sleeps in the dark of
Cavern.
Breath
And there's a stone
In breast
Black pus oozes out between the scales
Venomous steam is alike a shroud
Air from the throat is plague-infected
A Wyvern is midst marshy sewage
Tail
Like a knife
Stings.
Shivers
Body with tremble
With heat.
Raising lacerated wings in vain
Throws on the ground
Bloody mercury runs in the dirt
Wound gapes in the middle of a breast
Tearing through the drifts
Brunches, giant roots
In the middle of a rotten abyss
Into the shelter of marsh creature
Writhing with horrible stench
wizzard is stretching his arms
To the tight lump
His reward is a heart
Night
Everything around
Wispers
Away!
With blood you're
Marked
There
In the jaws
Of woods
Now there're
Only
Bones
To me this is DSBM at it's best. calming, emotion filled riffs, vocals are a perfect blend between heart wrenching and eerie, and last but not least, the ATMOSPHERE. One of my absolute favorites for this sub genre The Laughing Stock
This album is just 100/100, like so many albums from mgla. How can a band hit the spot so many times? They are incredible. Thank you for accompanying me almost daily these days :) adrianradillo