The pressure of silence
The air is ending, like the sand
Pointless expression of life
It grows inside and yes, inside is the place.
I cannot erase my nightmares
It's a simple joyous carnival of nothing
Empty eyes
Surround a thousand deaths
They belong to me, they are all mine
I own their septic scent
Encircling countless sorrows
Written in a paper made of ash and water.
The eerie calmness of the defeat
No use for fighting no more
A battlefield... a life!
Digging graves in mind
Soil above my head
Coffins of the silent ones
Whispering curses
The only way out of misery
Is to embrace the perfect despair.
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As previous Aphonic Threnody albums have already proven, this is quality music. On the edge of Funeral Doom. Just shy, I'd say. Brilliant playing, production, and lyrical content. J. Wukotich
Oakland, CA quartet LYCUS return with a new album on Relapse Records. Heavy, epic, mournful, and replete with art by Paolo Girardi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 5, 2016