The dead awaken in a cemetery for one last unified scream before returning to the void.
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Fog framed garden, seeds ungrowing
Long claimed land owned by unknowing
fading tributes to countless moments of countless
instants of existence
reflect the light off lifeless moon
from the mirror of midnight dew
Marble angels serve to mock the dead below with the
stone tears they drop
Monuments to irrelevance, built for conceit and
molded in greed
Mark subterraneal decomposition of dying cells
which can't know their fate
Night speaks to itself, shadows share black secrets
Nocturna shall reign in whispers until dawns act of treason
Oh post mortem narcissism, oh, no afterlife, no pride
The misguided symbol of disturbed earth, the naivety that
the dead have worth, fading dying tributes wilt on the
names of fresh turned dirt and ancient graves, guilt for the
blood in our veins
Why not accept that reality ends with your life?
A carved likeness still makes us nothing more than our own
measurement of time
The lapse of your plot
To be defined by where..You rot
Oh, Sarcophony unending echo-less screams
Oh, Sarcophony, a tribute to the void
Percussion of the leaves, Oh, Sarcophony
Decomposition, Lamentation,Orchestration Apparitions
Fog framed garden seeds ungrowing long claimed land
owned by unknowing fading tributes to countless instants
Release their sorrow upon the night's wind
Unseen forces grant awareness
to the essence of past tense this
Mass awakening makes hours of seconds
The world erupts back in to silence
Monuments to irrelevance, built for conceit and molded in
greed
Mark subterraneal decomposition of dying cells
which now know their fate
Oh post mortem narcissism, oh, no afterlife, no pride
The misguided symbol of disturbed earth
the naivety that the dead have worth
fading dying tributes wilt on the names
of fresh turned dirt and ancient graves,
guilt for the blood in our veins
Why not accept that reality ends with your life?
A carved likeness still makes us nothing more than
our own measurement of time
The lapse of your plot
To be defined by where..
You... Rot!
Clinging to your social status with the grip of rigor mortis
Physical eulogy
Oh, Sarcophony, unending echo-less screams,
Sarcophony, a tribute to the void
Chorus for the trees, Sarcophony!
Clinging to your social status with the grip of rigor mortis
Have your second final say
Oh, Sarcophony, unending echoless screams,
Sarcophony, a tribute to the void
Chorus for the trees, Sarcophony
Life is Bad was produced by Torrefy and Gustavo Valderama. The album was recorded by Gustavo Valderama and Electric Flow Studios in Victoria BC Canada. The album was mixed by Felipe Gonzales and Gustavo Valderama at Umbral Studios in Caldas Colombia and Electric Flow Studios in Vancouver BC Canada. Life is Bad was mastered by Joel Grind of Toxic Holocaust.
Torrefy is:
Adam Henry (Lead Guitar)
Ben Gerencser (Rhythm Guitar)
Simon Smith (Bass)
Daniel Laughy (Drums)
John Ferguson (Vocals)
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
There's something about Immensity's take on the genre that is far more immersive and emotive than average, and it lies in those lengthy, dynamic tracks that feel like they're telling a story with their melodies and sound manipulation. Looking for a potential breath of fresh air in death doom? This album may be for you.
Full review: http://www.metalstorm.net/pub/review.php?review_id=13205 starvynth