Now you have fallen my good comrade,
but i must go on,
for shamefully,
a power wrests away the heart from us,
i'll scorch the earth,
burn the bridges,
they'll win naught but death,
no trophies wrested further from our allied hearts,
i'll go up there into the sky,
where the sun drives,
where the moon ring revolves,
down to the earth,
where wyrm writhes,
where the rot is born,
a power wrested away,
our hearts for war spoils,
as battle plunder taken,
shamefully i must go on,
where heart was now the shadow of a power.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023