Shadows will unravel and the cold will take its hold
Bitterness is all this perished pasture ever grows
Wilt in the withering waste, in boredom alone
Rapidly dying inside, yet everything else seems to move so slow
But there is a place, separate from time
In the deep reclusive alcoves of my mind
Where no sky hosts stars to ever align
And only dust can echo the absence of life
But how the dust does gather
Blurs the lines that separate
It is a darkness which grows deeper
Until only pitch black remains
I feel as I have been submerged
And am now dissolving
Purpose in life is hard to attain
But I don't want to turn into nothing
Fast asleep
Eat the dreams
From my skull
The sky swelling thunder
Gown my guilts in slumber
And In the morning when the sun rolls in
The heavy breathing, beating pulse begins
Not in spite of day, but fear of night
When the sky weeps to be held by light
And the moon calls out, but the sky still lit dim
Sinks in silence, like the corpse I'm in
I have yet to listen to this entire album without skipping a single track. Like an enchanter, the album keeps your attention with its effortless flow throughout, despite having crushing riffs, progressive breakdowns, and epic-length songs. gebs
Seattle’s Laden captures the storm and stress of the greatest, grimmest post-metal, crafting songs from 20-megaton riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2022
The new album from Cult of Luna is full of the same epic, sweeping post-metal for which they've become known. Riffs & atmospherics abound. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 22, 2021
this their most solid release to date, there other records are all insanely brilliant, you should buy them if you enjoy this for sure. keep kicking ass and putting some of the best sludge this decade. Ryan Graham