I am greater, and born to greater things, than to become the bondslave of my own body. I have been wandering through strange paths; there were no hangmen; everyone was an executioner. Take all shapes and escape. Hang there like fruit on my soul. Hang there until the tree dies. A rotten bark with little treasure inside.
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
If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2013