Now, I find myself in a familiar place…
Gazing upon a scene I can barely remember:
A landscape scarred by industry,
Worn to its threads...
And in this moment do I recall:
The world of men and their chaos,
The judgement of my peers,
And the prison that once held me,
But it holds me no more!
This place is the Earth:
The muse once beloved…
O’ child, I lament your atrophy,
And curse those false gods, with their eyes turned away,
But worry not, my love!
Now freed, I shall purge your disease,
For fate has seen fit to lead me here,
And now all that is left is to shovel the shit...
And so I shall proliferate,
And so I shall annihilate,
The scourge of man will end,
It is an exercise in futility,
To defy my divine decree,
Now succumb to me!
Now succumb to me, filth!
…
Now, I find myself in a familiar place,
Gazing upon a scene of flourishing life…
It’s brimming with peace.
supported by 20 fans who also own “Stray God III: Phantom Pain”
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