ALBUM REVIEW: Scorching Tomb – Ossuary
Diminished to ashes.
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.
Our bodies are a graveyard from which we will rise again.
Plan my escape through gateways I create.
I don’t know if I believe – but maybe you can teach me how to heal?