Me oculté
Disoné
Traicioné
Sepulté mi sed en el error
Inventé
Me enfermé
Te abondoné
Pero me esperaste en lo negro del vacío,
Entre suero y morfina,
Entre efugios que quise creer.
Me arrepiento de no defenderte de mi egolatría.
Me desangra saber que aunque quiera, no puedo cambiarlo.
Mis pretextos, mis excusas. Convergidos, sin consideración.
Me mentí. Te negué.
Ya no te siento aquí
Sin tus ventanas
Sin tu jardín
Sin nombrar tu libertad
Cada mañana mirando atrás
Veo tus ojos rendidos
Veo tus ojos dormidos.
No hay dolor
No hay dolor.
This was truly a revelation. I was getting started with funeral doom, working on something with my headphones on... Then came Déluge... my jaw actually dropped, I stopped what I was doing and, wide-eyed, just listened to the track, baffled and amazed. After the album was over (I never do this), I went to lay down with my headphones to enjoy it over again.
I rarely heard (and felt) this much power and emotion in an album. Until I find something better, this is my landmark for peak funeral doom. fluo
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020