Akercocke

Sunrise is hours away Precious seconds of life Drift away Unnoticed yet perfect Slowly disappearing I have found the edge Have I found the answer? Truth is my weapon Your anger not enough I wish to be alone With my God Moving through black waters Lev

Nothing could save the Baptist Nor cross, nor altar, nor crucifix Old time lays waste the spirit Without condoning or condemning For those with eyes to see "This town is afraid of me With good reason, It has seen my true face" "This town is

Master, take wing over the desert And parched land Master, the art of suffering A divine dance Summon The Master... Mouth incendiary evocation Black flame engulfs Filth and maggots of humanity Hair burning, faces melt Summon! Master! The inexhaustibl