Child, it’s 18 minutes till bedtime.
Today’s a contagion,
now I’m waxing these horns.
So, for your own good, drift till you dream wild.
Conjure the specter of a better me.
Tomorrow, I’ll have shaved my devil down to dust.
The tenebrous night will hide you away
from the woeful creeping between the sun’s rays.
Even when what’s creeping is me.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024