It’s stormy though quiet and warm
Fallout of the standing stones
On your feet soldier
It’s time to go to war
The cease fires over
Back to the front against overwhelming odds
With my gun in my hands
The blood that I’ve shed
A pawn of your will I am
Till the bullet dictates the end
Damnations
Sleeping peacefully
Craving me, me
While numbers die and kill
Bathing in a glory that will
Will never heal
A field of a million standing stones
Feel their call, hear them call from below
Restless hearts claiming the new soul
Spoils of war and madness
Forever awaiting redemption
Damnations
Tainted in red
Blood that I’ve shed, shed
While numbers die and kill
Wallow in glory, breed one
Breed an evil seed
A field of a million standing stones
Feel their call, hear them call from below
Restless hearts claiming the new soul
Spoils of war and madness
Forever awaiting…
Fallen, twisting in agony, now the world is free
Will they read my name?
Now my only friend seems the enemy lying next to me
On a standing stone
It’s stormy though quiet and warm
Fallout of the standing stones
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024