Jackals bark at my feet
Wicked scepter culls the weak
From my throne I cast you down
Bask upon our thunderous sound
The hour twitches closer
From one night to another
Nocturnal hounds arise
To feast on your demise
A seance fit for six
Lovesick orator croak every chant
Venture through the thick and the damp
Within the haze my hands stretch forward
Eyes to stone, tears turn to smolders
The hour twitches closer
From one life to another
Nocturnal hounds arise
To prey on your demise
A seance fit for six
Feign the lust, a voice in the night
Bewitched by their carnal cries
Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance