A stream of sadness goes like a wave through me
My old friends Anxiety and Grief are here once again
Is this the last magic pouring out of me?
Have I drained the source of my gift?
The room starts to spin and I'm short of breath
Sharp pain rips my chest
I get the joke, now it's my time
The Bells of the End are chiming for me
Hard bright light and then I'm gone
Slowly I regain my sight
Where am I, what is this place?
Am I still in my physical form?
Far away I hear people cry
Some mourn and some curse my name
Now I reap the fruits of the life I lived
My children weep for me and I feel so ashamed
I fade away into the dark
and embrace fear and regret
Suddenly I'm in my childhood room
A bright silhouette appears by the foot of my bed
She spoke to me with a soft voice:
"You may never return again.
Take my hand and join me, friend.
Come answer your questions".
"What I am I cannot reveal
You are here because of how you feel
Only you can make this illusion real
On this final journey you hold the wheel"
supported by 5 fans who also own “On This Final Journey You Hold The Wheel”
Perfect for my gym time and perfect always.
Those vibes run in my veins.
Here is the perfect match of amazing riffs,voice is deep dark insanity beauty.
I reccommend it. SANDRA.N.696
These California up-and-comers don't merely pay tribute to ’90s death metal; they make it their own by taking charge and letting it rip. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 21, 2024
supported by 5 fans who also own “On This Final Journey You Hold The Wheel”
Pretty much anything Carl touches I'll love, and this is no exception. Black metal with a good a texture and production is a priceless combination. Brett (Lascaille's Shroud / Soulmass)