Infatuation stalks my mind.
Hidden addiction of the worst kind.
The clouds gathered dark on the day I was born.
the rain turned to piss as from the womb I was torn.
Take the hand of the reaper, give me all that you own.
When the creature that stalks the night comes into your home.
Be in awe, be afraid to die, be nothing at all.
Be a face in a memory I cannot recall.
A miserable fortune fate did weave.
A long suffering line like you wouldn't believe.
But just as the sun shall engulf the Earth.
So the forces that be shall regret my birth.
Take the hand of the reaper, go on and let yourself go.
When the creature that stalks the night comes into your home.
Be in awe, be afraid to die, be nothing at all.
Be a face in a memory I cannot recall.
Take the hand of the reaper.
Take nothing you own.
Depart alone.
Why are you holding on?
What are you clinging to?
It is gone...
See this matter for what it really is.
Rich or poor, young and old.
I will see you through this night so cold.
Weary soul, be atoned.
It seems so strange to me, why fight?
You're going home.
A stoner-rock opera with dystopian themes, the Italian band's third LP fuses apocalyptic fury with psychedelic splendor. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 29, 2023