A smell of incense in a hallowed smoke
And a dim light that falls upon
A bed of the eternal and heavy sleep
A gloomy angel just stares and weeps
A dismal and solemn wake of the last farewell
Thy woeful majesty, we have been serving you well
In a profound sadness, in an unhallowed grief
The hollow light cannot compare
To the bitter taste of the real thing
The scornful angel will shed no tear
A dismal and solemn wake of the last farewell
Thy woeful majesty, we have been serving you well
Thy kingdom ever grows
Thy gains are every human loss
The sun shall not disturb
Thy demesne down below
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024