Scorned by the self. Masking blame with our prayers. Our blood is the source of sorrow. Behold the secret of all things sacred. I am the key and I am the door. I am the misery. Failed by love. Failed by flesh. Failed by mind. The wood of this frame splintered by stress and time (a fractured place). The hinges rusted and stiff, unwilling to budge (vacant and neglected). The skeleton keyhole projecting a dim glow from behind that creaking door (struggling to emit heat). A single burning ember in a cold windowless room (starving and alone). How long until that door breaks before intrusive powers (unendurable pressure). Before that ember is seized and smothered (overwhelmed by shadows). A hissing sound as a final plume of smoke emits from the lightless mass (a lonely death rattle).
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What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
The latest from this one-man sludge metal project from Baltimore is discordant, spacious, and as heavy as a full group could ever be. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2019