Incantations penetrate the furthest reaches of the Gods.
Not the care of the skies, or revolving stars,
Can avail as an excuse to the deities she calls,
Day delays to rise on earth, the Sun a mere catspaw.
What went we into this wilderness to find?
Leaving our country, our kindred, our farther's houses, and for what?
At the crux of a baleful knoll,
Wicked council, come as one.
To live deliciously.
To relish in the taste of butter.
To be clothed in a fine dress.
To fly from this serpent's nest.
My corrupt nature is empty of grace,
Bent unto sin, and that continually.
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020
supported by 14 fans who also own “Underdark - With Bruised and Bloodied Feet”
What an absolutely beautiful album! This is what black metal really leads to; beautiful and powerful expressions of anger, mourning, and joy that lead to real change for those suffering! I can’t say enough good things about this album! The huge range of genres is incredible as well! deathmoth829