Under the dome of falsely painted heaven
Soul-tainting the salvation promised
A face awash with tears that won't be shed
When our existence is but a story never told
Rusted symbols of a cherished dawn
Tear the fleece in the seething morning
While names of the forgotten ones
Are echoed in the emptiest of chambers
Into the night
A murder of angels in flight
They come to rest upon my mind
Only to become nothing at all
Returning echoes give flesh
To visions of something
Posing as a guiding star
Among the raven-scented clouds
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