Doorstep, familiar scene,
Deathly quiet and serene,
It seems that this is up to me,
Orphic mind, much maligned,
Is yet the key,
Hermetic key,
It's up to me…
The shadows fold and fade away,
It's her virtue, not my surging power,
Frozen eyes, stare in dismay,
Promised nurture, different kind of power.
It's explained she is a Seeress,
And my coming has been known,
But her honed powers are peerless,
The curse is hers and hers alone,
Must you do this on your own?
The room it twists,
Then nothing,
Whispers insist,
Yet no one's there.
Inscrutable,
Inestimable,
Incomprehensible.
Words and Wise wits,
Set mankind apart,
Learned Logos,
Bides in our heart.
Her conviction quickly daunted,
Heavy perfume knocks me prone,
The home and holdings aren't what's haunted,
It's her that's cursed and her alone,
She can't quite do this on her own.
We draw the signs,
It's something,
Our chanting chimes,
Is someone there?
To understand,
To hold command,
To stand in the unknown
(Chorus)
All mighty snap,
A deepest black,
Dark perfume flows,
You'll let her go!
These California up-and-comers don't merely pay tribute to ’90s death metal; they make it their own by taking charge and letting it rip. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 21, 2024