Sleep Token Debut Four New Songs at Birmingham Show
The blessings rain on battles in the heaven’s arms.
The blessings rain on battles in the heaven’s arms.
There is an eldritch evil that runs so deep that its river poisons the stars.
Here I sit like a marionette, strings on my limbs, rope on my neck.
The binding of Elders, the rending of worlds. With dark winds in the sails of Theseus unfurled.
I can’t speak, it’s all phonetic.
I’m building walls to climb just to believe in something more.
A raging fire from the depths of hell, a wicked foe.
This is a sign of the times.
We hold a blunt knife to the throat of a colossus.