Vanish into nothingness,
thou vilest form of fool,
for I speak no to retreat
nor even I speak to glorify
those ornaments of abjure and failed apostasy.
Thou vassal enamoured of banquets necrophile,
behold thy insulting reckoning:
the undivine parable of the beheaded rat
sitting on the pearly whore's throne.
Behold, the multitude occult.
Behold, I'm the One who speak.
The Voiceless One, the many and the none.
Tem Ohp Ab. The horns of Baphomet.
Inheritance of a mysticism weird.
Unholy throne of the night.
Architects of Oblivion.
Seducers of Void.
“Unseen they walk amongst us
and as we doth join them,
so we stalk the night unseen as well,
for only through the angles can we be seen,
and those without see not,
for their eyes are blinded
by millstones of righteousness.
I say unto thee who speaketh
with garbled tongue...”
On the moon triumphant's endless night of old.
Honest the travel, I'm gleaming as they wait.
Architects... Oblivion...
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017