Here at the precipice of time’s end a lonely God comes forth. A lonely stand above his mindless drones. He is now a witness to his creation as it crumbles. He is vulnerable. Holy stones erode.
Self made Gods fall below.
Worms will feed on their flesh and bones.
Sacred books burn, ashes left.
Tides move in, Holy stones erode.
Holy stones erode... Worms will feed on their flesh and bones...
This review is long overdue. This album right here is the album that finally pulled me out of the "commercial" music world and into the world of the raw, experimental, and sincere. An amalgamation of everything I love about post-metal and hardcore taken to a mathy, heavy, ambient extreme. brineryte
A fantastic debut showing from Baltimore metal band Born of Plagues, uniting post-metal's expansive textures with sludge's almighty muck. Bandcamp New & Notable May 19, 2021