swansong from dominion by ANCST

swansong

grudges of old - fodder for your tribulation. tremors in the force - it seems the tides are shifting. prepping for war? no one fucking knows. while the vultures in suits circle over us. staying alive at the end of fucking time? doing what's right - when everything is false? keeping the faith as everything turns to shit? I don't know what to do in the face of all of this. numbed by the hatred that seeps through the cracks. stunned by the amount of foolishness. drained by the indifference of all of you. ethics of old - tomorrow we fall. this is the way of regret, this is our swansong. blinded by our arrogance, we walk to the gallows. nothing to say, nothing to fear. depended on other opinions we paved their way. and as the clouds of winter blacken under the skies of a blood-red sun. we carry on the madness of old that has engulfed us in their cold embrace. silently vanishing one by one. deported and taken to nether land. in this sea of lies and truth, there is no right or wrong anymore. in these times of punishment, we will be taught our ways. no one hears us scream when they come for us.

• Black Metal
• Metal
• blackened crust
• blackened hardcore
• death metal
• Berlin