On squalid and stony walls
When the mind to the thinking bows
Sexton of the stygian shrine
Is falling into the same mistake
One guardian is lost, one man understood
Still dust on the crown like legend
On squalid and stony walls
When the mind to the thinking bows
Sexton of the stygian shrine
Is falling into the same mistake
How many times the question passed?
No matter first nor last
Escape from earth to dungeon space
Two eyes suffocated by pointing words
One guardian is lost, one man understood
Still dust on the crown like legend
How many times the question passed?
No matter first nor last
Escape from earth to dungeon space
Two eyes suffocated by pointing words
Let the existence of the devil sleep
To see and feel what should have been given
If the serpent wasn't hungry
And she is ready to hold his sin
Farewell to the philosopher
In a century of damned tales
Age redolent of scorn with touchable things
Scavenged only by the abnormal force
Of the no choice
Still the sexton envenomed with fear in a funeral
Full of lights and fervent happiness of ignorance
On squalid and stony walls
When the mind to the thinking bows
Sexton of the stygian shrine
Is falling into the same mistake
With every tongue's speech revival reach
3. Deaf And Blind Witness
Those who saw my figure and name
Defined me as a ghost
Deaf and blind witness mute paralyzed witness
In every moment a witness dies by his throne
Through the physical presence
And nameless paradoxical law
Hours became minutes
And minutes became decay
Deaf and blind witness mute paralyzed witness
In every moment a witness dies by his throne
Protect your servitude and blow
A wind to deflower its vow
At the time my bones grow old
My flesh will whisper a song of gold
More than a simple sight will make
A difficult view for you to take
As long as I measure the distance
One more step is added to my existence
As I am trying to reach my avoidance
One more clue is added to my evidence
Purvey the gruesome of the witness so he can forget
As long as I measure the distance
One more step is added to my existence
But if you reached at the end of your faith
You will believe that there was always
A sky as a source for these dirty drops of rain
Covering your brain
supported by 9 fans who also own “Poems Hidden On Black Walls”
L'obsidienne est une roche de couleur noire et son aspect vitreux absorbe le regard ; mais sous la lumière, elle produit de magnifiques reflets arcs-en-ciel. C'est ce degré de magnificence qu'Obsidian Tongue vise dans A Nest of Ravens in the Throat of Time. Si la production est toujours rugueuse, le duo américain met l'accent sur les mélodies, plus profondes et mélancoliques. Progressives, les pistes se rallongent et se condensent. Un bel opus qui frôle, sans l'atteindre encore, la perfection ! Jordan Vauvert
supported by 9 fans who also own “Poems Hidden On Black Walls”
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