Force open the locked gates
Pause and drink the pain of a disenchanted many
Close the envelope, those inside now slaves.
Here, now, begins the tyranny.
Iron rule of despair, everything serves me
I am no flesh and blood, I am the ultimate power!
There is no dais but mine, I care not for the peasantry
Chaos out of sight, below, they will be kept in fear
Seeker of the diadem
(seeker of the diadem)
Pitiful utterances
Lessons learned - hear them
(lessons learned - hear them)
Only at their end
The future holds nothing for them
They will forever feed my claim
Dissenters will be silenced
To the dungeons dragged and starved
A shroud will descend
This realm is mine alone to command
Sever ties to reality, separate morality
The horizon holds a destiny, a mystery
An entity this throne cannot bestow
Seeker of the diadem
(seeker of the diadem)
Pitiful utterances
Lessons learned - hear them
(lessons learned - hear them)
Only at their end
credits
from Brutaliate,
released January 14, 2018
Lyrics: Phil Smith
Music: Lachlan Stopa
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024