the texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood from a wound carved as an oath it fills the river bank a sanguine fog these arms were meant to be lost hacked severed and forgotten the texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the flood its hymn resonates from tree to tree through every sullen bough it sings these boughs were said to be lost torn unearthed and broken earth to flesh flesh to wood cast these limbs into the water flesh to wood wood to stone cast this stone into the water2
['atmospheric black metal', 'atmospheric doom', 'black metal', 'blackgaze', 'cascadian black metal', 'doom metal', 'pagan black metal', 'portland metal', 'post-metal', 'usbm', 'voidgaze']