Vulgarity has ripped men from Virtue
Fettered them in adamantine steel
Delivered them from her ever-lusting servants
Where they had thought her shadow to be real
Angering the gods in their sloth
For what these demigods had cost
Acute in confusion for gods plot
A right to spirit was soon
Shadows and doubts mingled together
So much that the Earth could not be seen
Built off this circumstance were the sons of Gods
Their human intuition were not always a mean
Angering the heavens in their sloth
For what these demigods had cost
Acute in confusion for God’s plot
A right to spirit was soon lost
A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018