The trench of youngling
Through unseen eyes
Young stout lads are treading
In furnace they flood
T’ absterse their soul
So purity t’ obsign
A new life chapter
A-nothir chaptre
Horns th’t spyll blod
Upon painted walls
Not but an occult token
Young athels dance
Solemn romance
Ceremony o’er speechless woe
The rites of passage
The rites of passage
The rites of doom
A generation calls upon you
Amaranthine earth restores the message
Anguishous Zephyrus inclines his visage
Benign nature that knows no mercy
Unspeakable doom shall rush upon, so let it be
Doom!
The rites of passage
The rites of passage
The rites of doom
A generation calls upon you
French poet Messyl offers work in the tradition of the Beat Generation over atmospheric experimental rock from Wolf City. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2023