Sleep...
There is nothing left to see here...
I've lost sight of what I sought in orbit of my own thoughts,
now it's just me.
They packed their things, and packed their homes, I wonder where they'll go...
Now its just me...
(in this place)
holding the earth in place.
Sleep...
Getting swept up in the merciless undertow driving these all-consuming black-metal songs is half the fun. The other half is in the riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2019