(Solo-Sean)
Lamenting victory averted...for all the wars we could not win. All aspiration has diluted...all hope for triumph now is dead. All the countless years we've battled...they seem to all have been in vain. And all the things we took for granted...are doomed to never be again. See the smoke and fires burning...the choking remnants of our dreams. We've reached the end of the beginning...at the beginning of the end. Our despondency exploding...adrift on ashen, severed wings.
(Solo Beau)
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024