The mask of some God, you long for
And find behind the ineffable the mark
Of discouragement
And as you come you depart again
Toward the cosmos
Son of the cosmos and the black fire
We ask you that from
The argental region in which you dwell
Descend
And become into a plasm
Aqueous and volcanic
We're Anxious for your glory
Knight of the seven constelations
And of the seven chariots of fire
And if to the empyryium you assist
We ask you to carry between you sores
A black rose of mysticism
So it be; a light !
Red hammer of evil
Mask of some God
Supplementing sasscore insanity with bolstered vocals and pop-punk songcraft, the California band are kicking ass and breaking boundaries. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024