A shape burdened with the weight of lust consumed
Makes its way to where the moon and forest meet
Among the trees which drown the silent cries
And echoed taps of tiny feet
I curse these rusted hour hands
They mark the dying times of children
Whose pleas remain unanswered
Still
And the black soil objected not to the embracing of their souls
Never to ascend again they sink under the earth
With the moonlight come the winter rain
And from the river's murky depths
A fallen deity appears
To leave you barren
With your innocence so stained
The new progressive death metal project from two members of Ephel Duath, Red Rot strikes a balance between raw pummel and technical prowess. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2022