My hands tightly grip the stone
that had fallen to the bottom of the cave.
A rock - so simple a thing.
But etched into its surface,
a star.
Beckoning me to follow its light,
I rise out from the cavern,
greeted by moonlight overhead.
I hold out my hand,
the star guiding me to the edge of the earth.
I trust it.
I fall into the bleak horizon.
The sky wraps her body around me
one last time.
supported by 26 fans who also own “Forming a Constellation”
the only thing i love more than some cleanly produced black metal is when it’s made by righteously angry queer folks. excellent instrumentation, and vocals that sound like they’re coming through a portal from the future, trying to warn us about the coming apocalypse. Mae Shults
supported by 23 fans who also own “Forming a Constellation”
This first effort is haunting. The vocals make me feel like I am watching a ritual I should not be, while the blistering riffs feel directed at me in particular. Spectacular. sawtongue
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024