1. |
Ashes of Bancroft
03:04
|
|||
2. |
The Arch
05:13
|
|||
|
With my six eyes I look to see,
Our far off home now all debris,
Fires burning through the crimson sky,
The songs that we all used to sing have turned to cries of suffering,
Mourning as we ride on through the night
A massive orange beast it prays,
On orcs that now are led astray,
Running to the ancient caves of green,
With disbelief we see before us,
An archway seeping pus,
Green fumes coming out and turning our senses around,
Three hooded figures now emerge,
In ancient tongues we hear the words,
“Cut the stone, mine the ores and rise on through”
With vigor now steeped in our veins,
Dynamism keeps us all sane,
Cut and cut, and build and cut, and build and further up, and up we go
Run!
Run into the light!
Run across the pathways!
Clear a path from the rocks!
Clear a path for us all!
The hooded figures have spoken!
Puss seeping from the archway!
Bancroft’s death means nothing to me!
It means nothing at all!
|
||||
3. |
Pale Husks
04:16
|
|||
|
Skin turned so pale,
Eyes began to glow,
Under the influence of,
The hooded ones,
Watching,
From our eyes,
Speaking,
Pra!
In the panopticon,
Mining for ores,
Though our bodies are warm,
Our minds,
Corrupted by thoughts of industries growing up!
Our bodies changing to mucked up white husks!
Independence is nowhere to be found!
Sleep is no longer our minds are consumed!
The spit between my teeth is now churning black paste!
|
||||
4. |
Emergence
02:46
|
|||
|
Now we have emerged,
Senses now unmerged,
Eyes burn in the sun,
Burden taken from,
Kings are long forgot,
Before caves of rot,
Build our capitol,
Reinforce the walls,
Shoulders,
Lighter,
At last in light,
Festival of light,
Tinged with air of fright,
Province paralyzed,
Orange bits of light,
Away,
Distant,
Flickering it shines!
|
||||
5. |
The Glowing One
07:27
|
|||
|
In the center of the city,
Apparition steals a baby,
Take them to the citadel,
Through the arch and up the hill,
Make their eyes just disappear,
Grow their muscles grand and strong,
Skin will grow like Bancroft’s eyes,
Make them see through intuition alone!
Into the mold!
Into the magics of old!
Into the mold!
Guide us to the light!
In the center of my cell,
Tears all gone, it burns like hell,
Amber one will soon emerge,
Listen deeply to their words,
“You will be the chosen one,
Save your family from their peril,
Vanquish all opposing gods,
Rise! Rise! Rise!”
Into the mold!
Into the magics of old!
Into the mold!
Guide us to the light!
Sing,
Sing for the babe,
In their stall,
Bring forth the day,
May they not fall,
Sing for the babe,
In their stall,
Bring forth the day,
May they not fall,
|
||||
6. |
Sobbh I
03:14
|
|||
7. |
Sobbh II
03:28
|
|||
|
Lurching for the army,
Melting orcs, bodies burn in decay,
Try as you may,
Novo burning with extreme entropy,
Run, run for the path,
Will they come,
The glowing one!
Tearing through the streets,
Melting everything that my eyes meet,
Burn it, all to a crisp,
Taste my fury, hear my scream, face my wrath!
Safe, for now it seems,
Up through,
The mouth,
|
||||
8. |
Sobbh III
06:08
|
|||
|
Fight for our sovereignty!
Free us from the horrid beast!
Take the halberd from the grease!
|
||||
The P.A.'s Lowell, Massachusetts
LORDS of the DUNGEON
Lowell, MA based dungeon psych
If you like The P.A.'s, you may also like:
Howlin' Banana Records offers up horn-heavy garage rock on this new LP from pop-, punk-, ska-influenced The Madcaps.
go to album
Sustained by seismic psych riffs, proggy shifts, and vivid sci-fi storytelling, these Milwaukee cosmonauts command respect.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Mar 17, 2023
go to album
Finnish rockers supplement their disciplined power prog with a cornucopia of lush psychedelic textures, with uncompromising, heady results.
go to album
“Rebirth,” from stoner doom outfit Madmess, centers blazing vocal melodies amidst a punishing swamp of guitars.
go to album
Roaring space rock from this London group, with every instrument turned up to 10, and all of the songs reaching stunning crescendos.
go to album
The band’s fourth full-length album in as many years; an intoxicating LP of jazz-inflected twists and turns.
go to album
