Light the path
To the gates of hell (to the gates of hell)
A cracked frame with no tale to tell
A shattered remnant of a life
Never made whole again
A jagged blade inserted deep into a child's gut
Scarification only deepens the swords cut
You keel over and assume yourself a righteous man
But I will find my salvation!
Where no hope lies
you can find me at the bottom of a bottle again
With eyes to the sky
Begging for an escape from my own mind
My own mind!
The fate of a generation
Placed in the hands of a fucking waste!
Where no hope lies
you can find me at the bottom of a bottle again
With eyes to the sky
Begging for an escape from my own mind
(Where no hope lies)
you can find me at the bottom of a bottle again
(again and again)
With eyes to the sky
When all along you knew death was at your door
There's a fine line... Between the sane and insane!
The tightrope quivers beneath you
An early grave for the damned
Prominent decay in the winds
But I will find my salvation
A jagged blade inserted deep into a child's gut
Scarification only deepens the swords cut
You keel over and assume yourself a righteous man
A righteous man, ha, with no salvation
Where no hope lies
you can find me at the bottom of a bottle again
With eyes to the sky
Begging for an escape from my own mind
Falling behind the curtain of darkness
We have lost sight of meaning
Such a tragic waste of a way of life
(My own mind!)
Falling upon grounds of divinity
The excellent French metal band Epectase return with another brain-bender, offering an almost proggy take on black metal fury. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2022