Sunn O Candlegoat
Alone, unalive, forgotten and abandoned where only the
discarded dwell, the scurrying of footstpes so large
planets fall into the great pit, entire civilizations
consumed in the slow frenzy of despair, an unholiness
that judges without reason, digested by something so
hungry, so insatiable, a gleeful darkness that knows you
have arrived, and has always known, something that should
never have been, something waiting with a patience truly
terrifying, that is everything and nothing, a darkness
that binds all together in fear and eternity. Await.
