ALBUM REVIEW: Infant Island – Obsidian Wreath
Gaze upon the gloam as it drips: festering, forgotten.
Gaze upon the gloam as it drips: festering, forgotten.
The closest some of us will ever get to heaven.
Watching you blossom while I can’t even grow.
I see you…but never clearly.
Cremate me without a name, a faded memory.
Day one of London’s premiere math, post, and experimental rock/metal festival.
We’re feasting with the angels now.
The new world you want won’t stay in your way.
Drown every mountain under the sea if you please