Blood drips from thy hands to the glass of the unholy filth I've made for the graves of the gods
For the graves of the gods
Gathering around the fire
Sacrificial fire blaze to the sky
Blessing the children tied to the stakes
Ready for the cremation of the flesh
For the grace of God
Mothers awaken from their coffins
Fathers black out the sun with hate
Shepard, lead the men to the slaughter
Hack their bones to oblivion
Spreading the smell of dying children across the land
Spreading the smell of children dying by my fucking hands
Forsaken, I fell right through my coffin
I've slept for so long I can feel it in my fucking bones
In my fucking bones
Blood drips from thy hands to the glass of the unholy filth I've made
For the graves of the gods
For the graves of the gods
Give into me
Unholy
Once again, I have sinned
Give into me, I am Unholy
Blessing the children tied to the stakes
Ready for the cremation of the flesh
For the grace of God
For the graves of the gods
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
On this EP you can find some of the best (vocal) harmonies Distant published up to now. It's a little groovier as well. The compositions are not as refined as their present stuff but it's great fun for sure. mourner