System failed
Exploded in the space
Victimized
Drifted in the void
Asteroid
Blocked the sunlight
Submit and
Only left to die
Hyperspace
Far from the Earth
Never see
Nebula so bright
Gravity
Not pull anymore
Insanity
In endless greed
The signal
Is salvation
The journey
Thousand light years
Embrace
We're not alone
Co-exist
Or become perished
Reading the last word on my mind.
Exhausted, out of control and accept.
Please send my regards to the first man who went to the heaven.
Asphyxiate and finally lay to rest.
At least the nebula would be my mound.
And the stars would be my epitaph.
supported by 25 fans who also own “Sounds Of Melancholy”
I stand aghast at my own blaspheming, but the more I listen to Mesarthim, the less I ache for a new Arcturus album. This (i.e. this and all the other records by Mesarthim) is so immeasurably good and by far the most fascinating thing I've discovered in BM for years. athanasius_k
The San Francisco quartet’s latest effort takes their post-metal to atmospheric new heights, with a resultant sound bordering on the transdimensional. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 20, 2018