God who Waits below. Ancient worm. God of gods the Lord of Darkness. Master of the most ancient of the Absu.
I am the fire that burns within the storm. Beyond the limits of Flesh I shall be born. Cradled within the circle of the Stars. Treacherous tyrants, this world will forever be ours.
Breakaway. I am the wolf that strayed. From the pack, of soulless, mindless slaves.
Ancient One, Tiamat, surround me with your breath. Mighty gods, of the sea, your breath of life I breathe.
Break away. Their face is pale and gray. Unfulfilled, until their dying day.
No shame. No regret. I Am The Walking Dead. No shame. No regret. Somewhere my soul was bled.
I am the fire that burns within the storm. Beyond the limits of Flesh I shall be born. Cradled within the circle of the Stars. Treacherous tyrants, this world will forever be ours.
Break away. Their face is pale and gray. Unfulfilled, until their dying day.
Ancient One, Tiamat. Surround me with your breath. Mighty God of the sea, your breath of life I breathe.
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020