Suppressed behind your mask
Distorted sanity
Feeding on your hate
Your morbid clarity
I nest within your life, and every single thought
Awaiting to erupt, I make your patience rot
Craving to brake out, a vulture in a shell
Bound to your soul, forever raising Hell
Wrath!
Chaos is my trade
Creation of your scorn
Hostility portrayed
Antagonistic storm
I ravage when unchained, psychotic and obscene
Your enemies are mine, a war I have foreseen
A weapon of your might, on your demented path
From sorrow I repel, malicious, I am wrath
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020