♫ TEMPLE DE∆TH - LINES ∆ND NOT LINES
♫ TEMPLE DE∆TH - LINES ∆ND NOT LINES
Upon introspection, I came to the realization that you were my unwilling savior. Donning that mask, composed of uneven pieces of cowhide, you were a caricature of humanity. When spoken to, you would answer only in grunts and growls. As was custom, you would signal the start of our feast with your guttural, gnarlish vocabulary. Your singing instrument of destruction held high over your head. The glorious, victorious pose - twisting and twirling - set against the backdrop of the blood stained sun. How the overpowering, humming filled my ears - the horrific, hellish buzzing - the cracking of bones underneath the rusty bone saw - the squishing and squirting of the cocktail of flesh, blood, and push. An overture of anguish. Grizzly gourmand.
“Lines and Not Lines,” by TEMPLE DE∆TH, creeps and crawls like hesitant ivy alongside an abandoned building. It inches and pauses only to met with an urging oh and ah - a sign of assurance - of reluctant security. As the claps boom and pound slowly against the screaming, distorted imps, it regains it composure - set proudly in its serpentine stature. Mystic magnetism - wanton wizardy.
♪ File under: witch trance