Resplendence of the Void
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Resplendence of the Void
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Wailing, bottom feeding with the scum and grief
Deep down in rankest depths, moulding comfort with mothered misery
Repugnant shrieks like blunt force blessings
Rejoicing fist through clenching teeth
Excreted into ouroboric doldrum (again and again)
Turmoiled passing of fevered fantasy and dream
A mind of fraying mantras and severed hands
Synaptic canyon gloom claws at glacial pace
Ceaseless aching and heaving, as if it’s the way it’s meant to be
Amalgamation of anxieties
that swirl beneath the breast
A hardening of the artery
leaking from the hollow in my chest
A willing circler of the drain
Breathing black and losing bearings
The nihilist of starving dreams
Writhing in the joy of sorrow
This is all there is for me
Is this all there is for me?
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Rending of the Void
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Awaken! Through the numbing stare of self-revulsion
Lungs shriek beneath well-worn contusion
Refractions in the sludge beleague
Help me absolve this sickening revelation
Of profound loss in the descent
In my descent
With hand on bloodied brick, I breathe
Through the foetid guilt and toxic grief
Retching with anxiety, begging to believe
Terrored ascent of shedding self
Or nurtured misery
My precious misery
A flaying of fraying mantras
Wrenching bone and reflection
Seizing and wretched
Frenzied and freeing
Hating myself hating myself
Rending myself
Rending myself
for reprieve
To strip myself from myself
To purge myself from myself
Flaying to be reborn
Bloodied but still alive
Flaying to be reborn
I’m still alive
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Toska Hill Auckland, New Zealand
An eclectic and bleak soundscape of oppressive extreme metal, stygian atmosphere and melancholic overtones.
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