Lletres:
Anomaly In Effigy

As their fate is taken from their hands the shell remains intact Cold and grey premature death Responsibility belongs to someone else Faith and speculation

Black metal was once a vessel of change A tool for sweeping away the obscene nature of illusions Now every depressed fuck leeches away at the purity

Beside careening walls In a crowded room The Snake sheds in the Space between breaths Black-masked Brothers Reside atop usurped thrones weeping

Robbed of my dignity Treading heavy steps Anguish and anxiety Filling every breath This path is leading nowhere I must turn away... Lift me up