Nocturne
Born of the northern winds, a venom of night obscene flows within me
My descent into ash, where that lightless void still threatens to consume me
(Chorus) I have tasted the sulphur dawn, where hope decays with the setting sun
I abide by the whispers of the night, the unfurling of madness, of bliss, of death
igne natura renovatur integra
In absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt
Absolved of the sardonic sun, carve your wisdom into my bones, so I may see
through wolven eyes, to embody the threnody of night
(Chorus) I have tasted the sulphur dawn, where hope decays with the setting sun
Into the fields of memory, where the light within me died,
let the earth be cleansed in flame under the grieving moon
In the fractured realms of mind, appears my youth disfigured, drowning in melancholy
Oh mournful dark I hear your call, your call
I hear your call
Your call
Channeling philosophical quandaries into cavernous death metal, the Australian trio turn modern power struggles into an aural advantage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 13, 2022