Pale-blue death is dancing under golden moon
Crimson! Crimson! Crimson skies!
Fractured moon above
When we opened our eyes
It was already there!
Anticipation death!
-break the seal of none
There
facing these relentless waves
Of empty
Until, they drove us towards the impossible
well within the will of…
God
And no one,
no one could stop It
from pleasing
-who delve to sit under my foot, and defend me with serpent
tongues, without noticing.
who grasp for my name in vain
Forever looking scared
In their morbid compulsion for celebration
I only move to the beat of…
Modular synths sparkle amidst piano, vibes, and other organic instruments stringing together constellations of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 22, 2023