Past the listless fields of Elysium
There arise the crags of Sheol’s borders
Hellish, Fiendish, Diabolical -
Befitting Hell.
Yet from where I am
The hum of the shades is too distant
The soundscape of wails, too faint
From here, there is only ascendance
Past the listless fields of Elysium
There arise the crags of Sheol’s borders
Hellish, Fiendish, Diabolical -
Befitting Hell.
“To lie in the soft brown earth,
with the grasses waving above one's head
and listen to silence. To have no yesterday
and no to-morrow. To forget time,
to forgive life, to be at peace.”
supported by 9 fans who also own “Infernal Ascendance”
As a musician, I really appreciate the talent, creativity, technicality and brutality that goes in to every song. I'm a big fan of the full albums as well as the instrumental version of Obliteration. Pure Gold!!!!!!!!
\m/ keep on killing it \m/ Will Pinsent
Channeling philosophical quandaries into cavernous death metal, the Australian trio turn modern power struggles into an aural advantage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 13, 2022
supported by 8 fans who also own “Infernal Ascendance”
Wack to think they somehow went up from here. Just... damn...
its not gonna rip your face off, but its every bit as punchey and hard-hitting as the stuff coming straight out the minds of archspire.
And man them solos. im a real goon when it comes to that stuff, can't dig them, but, its fucking gooey right here, tickling all my brain parts in the perfect way. MyNameIsRedundant