eyes ascend to the dead channel upon the screen
she said, "it's cloudy" - in the stasis of forbidden dreams
I’ve never seen the sunset, nor in this regard a shadow’s threat
can’t tell if this is artifice
but seems to be the nature for which we toil
murky feeling mimicry, spreads like disease
are we already below the soil?
what's there to honor in the crux of humanity
undress this grace, un-seed this sanctity
to spring forth from this reverie
she comes to me free of fancy
the jewel she holds razed to rot
splayed its marrow to unveil all is naught
and so, its repellent truth laid bare
behold the god-fearing mass in wide-eyed stare
there is clicking on the ground from endless teeth
amongst the gore and under weeping laurel wreath
in reverie, repeatedly
there's a certain permanence to the child in her
the fog wavers
a world unburdened by this grievous path
clawing one's way from nebulous emotion
twining her demeanor is an augmented chagrin
at the blooming murk and endless bray of time
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I don't know about others, but I personally feel melancholic rather than depressed. The atmosphere is so thick that you can cut it with a knife, and after listening to this album (twice in a row), I can safely say that it will not end with two listens Kurt Von Jazzenhoff
supported by 14 fans who also own “The Blooming Murk and Endless Bray of Time”
To me this is DSBM at it's best. calming, emotion filled riffs, vocals are a perfect blend between heart wrenching and eerie, and last but not least, the ATMOSPHERE. One of my absolute favorites for this sub genre The Laughing Stock