Twelve bands we want to see at ArcTanGent 2026
I will remember when ghosts were mighty, and I will laugh and catch my own tears.
I will remember when ghosts were mighty, and I will laugh and catch my own tears.
A portal to a damned land.
Behold a time in which the hand of Karma guides the wheel.
Diminished to ashes.
This once desperate plea… becomes a demand.
Is it my skin? Is it my lover? Is it my body and all that it’s suffered?
A sound born from dirt, blood, and the night sky.
Above the sands of time its shadow is cast again, the monolith returns demanding passage.
Cold, dead skin soft to the touch, I am now aroused.