Slow moving through winter, each passing moment becomes sustained outside of being. The cold air gathers thoughts I've held at bay and offers them to me in cupped hands, so I drink. I feel each second become lifeless in time, remaining sacred only to me.
They clear my path to an eventual sea that will wake me into death. Ageless trees have enclosed my passage with arched, arthritic arms
and nod their assent.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024