waking to the world each day as a dream
avaricious heralds in flight
drowning in an eternal present
the strain of exile
in this lust for new worlds
a latent cult of death
clutching hands on the threshold
sands between the folds
lean to the root, standing reserved
cement and steel chained to stone
discorporate grasping crosshairs on the abyss
debris and rust, rival mirage
upward eyes to the dawn
swimming through the open air
dominion out of time
starlight leads the way
the sacred bliss
swirling eddies of language
block out the sun
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022