EP REVIEW: Witness Chamber – True Delusion
Blood soaked hands coat the pantheon with laments of suffering, is their meaning gone?
Blood soaked hands coat the pantheon with laments of suffering, is their meaning gone?
Respira il fuoco sacro che arde lento tra le mie membra.
On broken wings I fell from grace.
The doubt consumes everything.
This is all we need and all we’ve got.
Welcome to this week’s New Music Friday, our wrap-up of all the releases ranging from metalcore, hardcore, alternative and indie.
I remember the way you reflect off the moon.
Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care?
A legacy enshrined in blood.