Eunuchs from which cancers grow and untruth flows like rivers that run rancid
Under gallows and past crosses
Their tarnished silver jangling as they prostrate over fallen soot-stained idols
From vestigial hollow masses
With candles lighting fires in the mind that both inspires and make blind
For setting heresy ablaze in holy pyres
And the stench of fear and fetid flesh gets masked by fumes of flames and ash
As black smoke rises up beyond the spire
Cold catacombs stretch darkly through the tons of trodden earth and stone
And undermines the fundaments of faith
From unknown graves the sin and sickness seep through mud and clings to soil
Then taints and mars the fruit it propagates
The hungry frothing sheep will flock in silence to the fields to graze from withered vines
For pleasure and for penance
And their rituals in blood obscures the negligence of god until the last light is snuffed out
Not by divine hands but their absence
supported by 9 fans who also own “Vestigial Rites”
The dissonant bleakness of the first track is less weird and more hypnotic than on the second track. That's why I like it a little more. But both songs together make for an extraordinary experience and a journey to the arhythmically beating heart of darkness. mourner