72 minute long cd in a Glossy Econo Sleeve. with Artwork by Jeffrey V Daniels
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lyrics
Without Sight
No light. I stare into an immovable blackness that covers my whole being.
This hood, my faceless face. This hood, is now all I am.
In a cage barely bigger than my body, forced only to stand.
I call out to the dark, proclaiming that I am still a man.
No one answers.
I scream up to a God for some form of salvation.
No one answers.
I would wish this hell upon no one.
No one answers.
My hood is pulled up as I am restrained.
Not a word spoken to me. Not a face to be seen.
My body appears before me.
Floating, weightless and vapid.
I mouth words to myself that I do not understand.
No sound emanates from my lips, only the chill that surrounds my bones.
Abandoned again. Left to dwell inside my own mind.
How long has it been?
How long have I been here?
Mind, regressing into an incoherent state.
Abandoned again, I have not seen another soul.
How long has it been?
Standing... It’s been years.
I’m dying, but not fast enough.
Standing and I’m dying, but not fast enough.
How long has it been?
How long have I been here?
I’m dying.
Standing. Dying. But not fast enough.
Only myself.
Only myself, and time.
My hood, my cover, my identity.
Only the thought of you keeps me sane.
The flavor of the hood infects my food and water.
Stale, insipid, the stench of years of oral decay.
I am fed so rarely, food makes me sick.
Dry vomit covers my face.
Weeks old, months old, years of filth plastered to my skin.
The hood is my face. No name is my name.
This cage is my home, and my tomb.
Hands shackled, feet bound, in a cage.
Neck chained to the wall. No escape.
Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
credits
from WITHOVT,
released October 2, 2014
Written with Ruston Grosse
supported by 7 fans who also own “(Withovt) Sight”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
supported by 5 fans who also own “(Withovt) Sight”
An electric upright bass? At this time of year? At this time of day? In this part of Iceland? Localized entirely within this black metal album? Zachary Gillan
supported by 5 fans who also own “(Withovt) Sight”
This is one of the best albums I've ever heard. I recently discovered this and really hope these guys are still putting out music. It's just brilliant in every way. Queefer Sutherland