Its sinister ubiquity: marching and manifesting darkness,
Percolating paroxysms which are incited by its scrutiny,
Thine substratum compromised, a slowly sweeping departicalization of matter carries us far away,
To the nether realm: a district of departed souls,
Endure the dark,
And don't be frightened at the moment of your perishment for the fragments of your soul shall be collected and fed into the void,
The wanderer... the vagrant... the envoy of death.
The blade it possesses--sewing or consuming the life before it.
Pedals glide and encompass the terrain,
As a collective sphere, the eye of the storm:
A graceful scene for the events to come,
And now, so dances the Shinigami--thus is instilled the bliss of oblivion.
supported by 20 fans who also own “Shinigami I: Waltz of Decaying”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego