Burnt Message

Lyrics:
An ironic lament
To embrace so vehemently
The disconcertion of man
Fallen into a tail of loathsomeness and misery
Along the languid trampers of the land
And we are so numb to the crucifixions before us
No longer reminded of what we have done
Yet defined by sorrows in future tense
Shooting ourselves before the war has begun
Like flies to a web and moths to a light
Enslaved by our minds but taken with delight
Aligned with our illness and ashamed of all else
Our own chambers are filled in broken glass
Pointed fingers through another’s window
Ignoring our own mess
And to judge one another mirror’s judgement on ourselves.

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Athoses is the perfect band to turn to when I’m sick of hearing all of the typical black metal wannabes.