The spoils well deserved and won
The armies dispersed under the sun
The tzars and the whores of Babylon
Praise the pedestal
With reverence and all
The last memorial
Posed the magus, "Do you have the key?"
"It is small and colored olive-green"
"It unlocks the door, that was sealed before"
Soon the strips of paper
Will give up the clue
Soon the strips of paper
Much sooner than they want
We will take it all
Leave the ruins for the bleeding hearts
There's just the ants remaining for us to devour
The whole world will despair
Trampled under our reverie
All our arms are bent like scythes
The Fallen Gods
Post-rock musician and World Within Worlds label head Lachlan R. Dale returns with his debut full-length, a suite of ambient explorations. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2024