ALBUM REVIEW: Blackbraid – Blackbraid III
The honor of a death steeped in beauty.
The honor of a death steeped in beauty.
Lead us to where the owls cry in the night.
We call for paradise, unperfected and wild.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
I am a dying God coming into human flesh.
Far too young to simply make your peace, far too old to not keep promises.
Rattling voices linger in the haze, erstwhile bright flames now dimmed and cold.
All life is temporary, what lasts is consciousness.
In search of the triumph beyond obsidian euphoria.