Alas! O Lords of Div! Hasten here to my aid
This eerie spell hath she cast on my fate
My soul in the gloom she left a-strayed
My un-divine heart is forever persuade
As divine, so profane
Gloria thy name, Infernal, inhumane
As above, so below
Nostalgic embrace, Ethereal yet mundane
Alas! O Legions of Div! Hasten here to my aid
My essence and her mind she has made
Like a mystic at prayer, who of love is never sate
I’m left a-whirl, lost, in the fields of fate
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024