I saw an angel made of broken glass
Whispered secrets only I could hear
“There is a place we can be together”
Piece my skin
Give me meaning
I long for this embrace
I will find a path, with broken trinkets
Lead me to the gates
That I can’t open
I’ll gladly let this drag me under
A broken creature with no direction
Her secrets meaningless now
Through the gates is only ruin
All I want is oblivion
You want for nothing
I’d give everything
You were everything
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024