So cold the might and you are warm.
Gentle caresses turn to consequences.
Your affection still linger to me.
Why am I nothing for you?
(I'm ) watching devour you with my eyes.
Rails of the game are under curse.
No one change my name:
my chain it all!
I wanna wear the past ways.
Truly, an end. A forest in gaul.
I stare at me from between deaths.
The barking of the gaunts moving through the hills.
They're loathing matter from behind me.
Cold I am in a wave of oppression.
Cold I am in this stream of resignance.
Hell's Blasphemy, the sacred mockery.
Fell any lies at the light of day.
Welcome the might into your heart
and mind the deadly mable-lone decay.
Fleshly pleasure,
sweet pin to torn
like a maze in the evening for your laugh.
The cold essence of a cherished memory.
The resonant ringing vibrates
(Into) my Inner Sanctum.
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017