Of all the faces
I have chosen this one
To be my words in flesh
Before your world
Of all the insects
I have chosen you
To be my audience
In my theatre of a god
My obsessions keep me ever further
Away from the consolation of companionships
My muse, that jealous witch
Wants to have me all for herself
Eroticism from overgrowth
Inspiration from strangulation
Let me ascend to vacation from the ego
Cast away the thousand masks from the treetops
Work measured in sacrifice
Bleeding unto the ground
Reclusion, frustration, damnation
Seems not like much of reward
Yet all this doubt and sacrifice
I hide… underneath the mask
I beg you to beg me
Push back at my lunacy
Fatal zeal
Child’s play gone too far
Of all the faces
I have chosen this one
To be my words in flesh
Before your world
Of all the insects
I have chosen you
To be my audience
In my theatre of a god
If “atmospheric black metal” implies majestic comedowns and dramatic dynamics, this powerhouse instead constitutes anti-atmospheric black metal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 23, 2021