And the air here smells like a lost childhood
spent aligning sticks by the seaside
burning wet matches as our life fades
into the embrace of an ember dawn
My molt is ready
the disgusting shell that binds me
falls crashing as a broken glass
it continues to reflect
echoes of a past that I reject
while everything rejoices in light
Frost - fragrant and moist
already rising in spirals of smoke
a ritualistic dance of grace
I’m lost in its embrace
The race of tomorrow
will dance at his own pace
my roots penetrate
deep into the memories of yesterday
my branches stretching out
toward the newborn sun
and after all I see
my corpse is rotting down below
I’m flashing lights upon the sky
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What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020