"Is it me who's gone mad, or is it the embrace lent me by the endless void of dark cold,
that keep dragging me deeper down the flood of blood, that claimed my mind his own?
These steps on ground so cold, paced with a soothing state of self control
This anguish and hatred I feel, are feelings not mine but borrowed
Black, hollow eyes stare into me
Lent from a presence, so cold, crippled my nerves, my marrow and blood
Step forth, thou divine, lend me thine sight, enter my mind
For I shall reclaim that which is mine
The inevitable solution, left upon the name of the dread
Intrigued by the trembling lust, I step forth to let my hands reclaim what's his
As an observer to my own behavior, the glimmer of a blade in my own hands, soaked in black
Unhallowed be thy name
Step forth, thou divine, lend me thine sight, enter my mind
For I shall reclaim that which is mine
Blackened before me lie the decaying gardens of madness, through which I ponder with great curiousity, my eyes replaced
Sprained and pulsating red, my flesh, now thine
The snare break my bones, I tumble down the abyss
He who is the void, lend me thine sight
Step forth, thou divine
Melt us into one
This divergent man I am"
Culinary-themed melodic death metal outfit cook up a smorgasbord of fierce solos, tight percussion, and cheeky, foodie-approved screeds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024