tragedies put in golden frames
set us cry and feel guilty
but i'm afraid there is no guilt
just like everything it's built up
there is no fee for walking on water
but you have to pay for trying
silence is mean
it makes you think
of what you are
or what you aren't
by the river of striking pain
in a small ancient shed
lives the one
who draws the cards of fate
but they are fake
it's where the tricks of fortune are made
it's where your soul is put on trade
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023