I don't know what kind of road this is I walk on
but I don't want to see you at the end
she still calls to me, seductive ageless whispers
but I can't hear them through the noise in my head
I can't find a way to end myself
so I'll just watch you burn instead
I have learned to wrap this torch in my convictions
to better see the bridge I'm soon to burn
I am haunted by hereditary engines
but to this garden I cannot return
I can't find a way to end myself
so I'll just watch you die instead
just like the winds we change
just like the peace we fade
here in the dark I wait
waiting to feel her wake
you run away from the silence inside
you run towards the noises and lights
you run away but we're all the same
always trying to feel her awake
all my efforts of endurance and creation
were never equal to the things I waste
I have dined upon your luxury and progress
but I could never wash away the taste
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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
supported by 11 fans who also own “SAMSARA SEA OF STARVATION”
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