Planetary spirals on the verge of dissipating into ether
Withering species, antonyms of eternity
Astonished by the visions of chaos in spiral motion
For we are bound to the forge of finitude
Branded by the forge yet blessed with the promise of free will,
Destined to return and engulf the cosmic foundry
Elliptical orbits slide through wormholes
Dragging planets in their wake,
Reverberations of agony permeate the very essence of matter
Rhetoric winds consume these barren wasteland
Even when corpses are erased by vermin and oblivion,
We still worship the vultures of destruction
Hail to thee, vultures of elimination
We linger in a state of caustic incubation
Cathode cages are built to purge
Our Vitruvian sense of belonging
Trapped in the shadow of long-lost memories
For we are bound to the forge of finitude,
The source that creates yet dictates
All things must eventually end
supported by 102 fans who also own “Forge of Finitude”
I dig this album so much, definitely a keeper. Subtly and masterfully mixing death metal subgenres, backed with an over the top production. They're true professionals. Can't wait for their next release! doive
New Zealand technical death outfit Ulcerate have often been praised for their innovative genre approach—but six albums into their discography, there's even greater strength in their consistency. Bandcamp Album of the Day Dec 20, 2016
supported by 92 fans who also own “Forge of Finitude”
The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire