When will we admit that this love is as fruitless as can be
In the face of such tyranny? That a call to arms, will be death’s guarantee.
Can’t fight my hen wlad.
Slow creep of hushed pride.
But surely if death is the only certainty,
Then this love will be the key to dying with any sense of dignity?
Charred heart by daylight crumble to shame
Calon lan, blaze again.
More cathartic, atmospheric heaviness from the German doom metallers, balancing no-nonsense hooks with proggy flourishes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2023