The dead pan drift. Sifting through sand, walking for days, in a heat ridden haze. It seeps of hate in a shimmering glaze that poisons your mind into thinking things like hope and long forgotten memories.
Every step is a timeless landscape of bloody battles. Metaphysically turning the mind into a sinister wasteland of pride.
The Man:
With the last of my coin I purchase my freedom. It dilates and numbs the senses. Leaving the body numb and lifeless. But I sleep my only respite when I reach a clearing I will take my life. But this cowardice keeps me ever close to this heart I hold so bitter. The life of the stoic, a tale of regret.
Strangely before this I never believed in fate. A predestination for those whose lives are blank. Never have I followed my dreams with a hopeless embrace. Now all I care about is finding peace.
Familiar he was as if met in a dream, his face slowly wilting into the breeze. His teeth blew to sand when he spoke to me. Suddenly becoming detached I start to drift, and feel I am entering a strange distant place.
The Mist:
Drugs you can buy, but redemption is what you need. The dark side of this coin will find peace for your mind. Brightness leads to the plains of demise. The path you must follow is the one you left behind. Ride back to where the end began. The moon will guide your path revenge will guide your hands. Finish what started with the crucifying of the damned.
Crushing blackened doom from this German band that counterbalances blinding fury with moments of surprising, melancholy melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 8, 2023