Please leave a virgin on my stairs
and frankincense to clear the air
kneeling on all fours to feed the snake
I forgot what point I'm trying to make
The ever wasted arms of reason
starched and torn to justify
like a bird to a high-rise window
chasing artificial light
I know what ride you think you run
600 pitch forks and a thousand torches strong
heres a glory hole that won't give way
as long as you can hold the masquerade
The ever wasted arms of reason
dying in your hopeful eyes
like a bird to a high-rise window
clinging to the artificial light
I chase the dead
with tethered arms
play hide and seek
with fire alarms
king of the woods cloak of the night
my enemies kiss me goodnight
Eye abandoned by the sun
waiting for the truth to leave your gun.
and I am naked in the fire
waiting for the flames to take me higher
supported by 11 fans who also own “HOPELESSLY INSANE AND ON FIRE”
Harsh, dissonant, frightening and even a little bit unnerving. All this can be said about Void Masquerading as Matter - but it is also complex, immersive (if you are not repelled), fascinating and rousing (in the sense of: dragging you into the abyss). How ever you describe the music of Thantifaxath for yourself it's clear what this music is not: conventional and boring. Go ahead, dare to make the trip. The reward is there. mourner
supported by 11 fans who also own “HOPELESSLY INSANE AND ON FIRE”
Thantifaxath is one of that phenomena you can enjoy and fear simultaneously. Those nightmarish soundscapes are so perfectly crafted that you have to smile while rushing towards your psychic breakdown. Exceptionally musicianship that easily sinks in deeply. mourner