On fields of nothingness a flower can grow,
In space of emptiness a planet can be shown,
In skies of dreariness an eagle flies alone,
And inside a mansion, lies an android with a heart,
And beating with passion, it starts to create art
It starts to crate art
Getting swept up in the merciless undertow driving these all-consuming black-metal songs is half the fun. The other half is in the riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 17, 2019