Father
I felt you across the moor,
Like a crows over the cross.
Father, bring me from paradise
What was stolen from the abyss:
the life at its most natural form.
Drive your coach and your plough
over the bones of the dead.
You feel my bones ,my past,
so you're closer to the death
The Change begins in the hell and everything's vibrates.
Father
Your blood shall be upon them
like the wind running through the rain
Fire skin, untouchable
Artful spirit invincible
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024