I see blood-stained wall weeping
Silent voices of despair I hear
For untold time it mourned
from burden of my forlorn remains
Serpents in white shroud,
speaking in tongues
Should not be nothing more
than unmarked graves
Sainted lambs shed their
lifeless skin,
celestial parasites lay eggs
in disguise
Here, behind grotesque mask
of humanity,
slowly in solitude I depart this life
Remove the pin and release,
detonate and never kneel
Defend your land
and they'll retreat
Strike down their sacred tree
Serpents in white shroud,
speaking in tongues
Should not be nothing more
than offerings for profane chaos
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023