Sitting around us all on that throne, omnipotence wears a crown of bone
A shadowless face that sits unknown, losing no sleep, for his own
There’s a plague burning our land, don’t hold in, raise your hand
Hold so tight to what you’ve known, prying eyes, on the throne
The walls that crumble, the people that die, the one above, eyes are dry
Foreign bodies, faces not shown, burn the throne! burn the throne!
The walls that crumble, the people that die, the god above, bats an eye
Foreign bodies, aside they’re thrown, burn the throne! burn the throne!
So much promise, so much light, first revealed, it seemed so bright
Writhiiiiiing, our world’s broken, silence, no word spoken
Sitting up high, on that throne, omnipotent master, a crown of bone
A shadowless face, sits unknown, losing no sleep, for his own
One man band from Victoria, BC, Canada. This project consists of 4 EPs revolving around the ideas I've thought the afterlife might be. I'm trying to revert the decayed knowledge I've lost through reincarnation.
These California up-and-comers don't merely pay tribute to ’90s death metal; they make it their own by taking charge and letting it rip. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 21, 2024