Unspoken from Sepulcher by Infant Island

Daniel: Like cobwebbed lives
Illusive signs
Mangled cries
Feel the fear all surround
Decaying night
Ungodly sight
Unspoken light
Feel nothing except their sounds
Run
Licking, tasting the blood
What have we all become?
It was always awake, unspeaking, observing, watching, unnerving, every hour to minute to every second of every day it lurked.

Daniel: We always will be watching you

Alex: The salt of the earth, will fill our lungs;
nations drowned in the sea, our kingdom has come.

Daniel: Skin unscathed, eyes well aware who we are.
What we’ve become. Survival in vain.
Fill our hunger, a fate unfeigned.
The final hour has to turn.
Your mind, your soul, a gift to yearn.
An offering
An absence
Unwilted.

• Metal
• black metal
• hardcore
• post-metal
• post-rock
• screamo
• Fredericksburg