A history of progress
is brought to naught
all philosophical wisdom
is shattered and scattered.
All hopes are dashed;
all profits lost.
The towers built high
are razed to the ground.
Woes sent to the sky
are dead beneath the sound
of the calamity of Armageddon,
till the last cry for relief
is strangled by these Spirits
from the outer reaches of existence.
Could i remain in that desert,
with an alien sun as my sackcloth
and the sand as my ashes,
trapped in infinite regret
or was that morbid wasteland
just the landscape of my own creation?
The manifestation
of my just rewards
in my eternal isolation.
Now that I've been transformed,
and cannot return
I must live out my days
in this god-foresaken realm.
Grasping sand in both hands,
each grain adding to a tipping scale,
I contemplate each evil deed
and it's portion in this hell.
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Four tracks and 36 minutes of some of the greatest death metal released this millennium. Not only does Blood Incantation evoke that oldschool sound and feel perfectly, they surpass all other modern bands attempting to do so. This is the gold standard of modern OSDM. monkeymeister37