Look here, I am not your common man.
my soul, broken and toiled.
Oh great 8 spoked wheel.
Aboard this ship, I am your god.
Look deep in my eyes. I am your god.
Lies you feed us, the truth will find.
Come join us, all beasts who lack a land to call their own.
Denounce your country and home, strike the leaders down.
In our hearts and in our heads, we shall not stop until they’re dead.
As above, so below the rituals rite has been foretold.
Leave us, lead us, guide us, free us.
Grant me the wisdom and warriors might, to crush the crusaders, and blacken their light.
So sharp is my sword, so clear is my sight, free from any fatigue or weak fright.
To walk on the lone dark path, it’s seen the light, will often laugh at those who lack the will to pass
through the gates, enlightened at last.
We march on, towards imminent death, fulfilling our purpose, surpassing our best.
As a boy it came to me, since it came it ceases to leave, the desire for greatness is burning inside.
Humbled by masters of magical times. One with my ancient soul, abiding spirits of old.
Cosmically unbound from a trans-dimensional harmonious sound upon the mountains I call for TITAN!
Illuminate my way to the gods, the path has been chosen.
Grant me your omnipotent powers for the atonement of evil has arrived.
Be unbound.
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023