GIG REPORT: Incantation, Celestial Sanctuary & Mutagenic Host at the Underworld, Camden
No penitence for will. Alas, ascension to unfold.
No penitence for will. Alas, ascension to unfold.
Our best intentions pave our path to hell.
You are the salt that’s burning my wounds.
Black waters irrigate my spine.
Please say something before I’m lost at the bottom.
I have a thousand mothers who’re strong, free, and deadly.
The open sea, the seafarer’s lonely tomb.
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound.
Stand your ground and mean it.