The undead spinning their webs
Gossamer threads intertwined (in lattices)
Like black widow spiders in the shadowy attic
Hanging overhead within a hair’s breadth
Breathing icy vapors | into the minds of men
Waiting to consume | with ravenous appetite
Those who can | ascend like a burning | phoenix through the spheres
By the sheer force of their | unadulterated will
Breathing | Waiting | Yearning
The Undead – They will walk amongst the shadows
The Undead – Reclaim the Earth (as their sulfur kingdom)
Chanting mantras | of creations’ demise
Into the ears | of the spiritually deaf
They are always calling | always shrieking
Grinning and leering as they witness the fall of man
Tumbling down from the high places (and) into the charnel house
Down into the depths of the lake of fire
And through the rift into the deeper Outer Void
For millennia we have waited for their return
For generations we have burned their funeral pyres
Dark offerings to idiot gods
Open up the gateway
Through space and time
Nexus of regions beyond the stars
Make the arcane symbols
Burn the profane scriptures
Power up the sigils
Breathe life unto death
Channeling philosophical quandaries into cavernous death metal, the Australian trio turn modern power struggles into an aural advantage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 13, 2022