Beneath these skies to never be cloven our end’s an end,
as perfect as dusk when the sun swings low.
All that you have of your own are the things you hide -
behind the eyes that shine with ruin.
Staring heavenward where with dreams you may meet,
grow the flowers of phantoms and false lights.
With hopes, terrors, and needs we seek for greater things.
With anguish, boredom, fear and trembling.
This is to live where vultures fly with loathing.
Still, you fight like sin, just coping;
waiting where vultures fly with loathing.
Lost, we rainless storms, on shores of forgotten light.
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This one really goes deep. Tremendously heavy and bleak, yet crushingly groovy as well. You can easily see these guys destroying any venue they'd hit live with this. The heavy hitting slow to mid-tempo tunes are sort of tranceinducing. It's very easy to listen to it multiple times in a row or even get lost in it totally. mourner
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022