There’s a whisper in the wind, these whispers speak of peace
Voices not my own, the damage I have done
Converse in my head, in search of release
I watched my world burn
I have risen from the dead
Whispers, riding on the wind. Freezing breeze, bites into my skin. Words
prophetic, of a future, based on correlated consequence of past.
These voices, converse in my head. An open discussion concerning why I still
live. Evidence concluding that I should be dead and yet here I stand.
Resurrected.
These whispers speak of peace, the damage I have done, in search of release.
These voices tell me to: Watch and learn, don't breath don't speak, don't be
absurd. Heed the lessons learned, observe power in words. put a bullet a
bullet in my head, waste of holy lead.
I walk my path alone, disguised as a fragile soul
And now the ground beneath me quakes, as these walls around me break.
These whispers speak of peace, the damage I have done, in search of release.
These voices tell me to: Watch and learn, don't breath don't speak, don't be
absurd. Heed the lessons learned, observe power in words. I have returned.
As I watched the winds of change, wrap around my everything
A smile crawls across my lips, A pathetic past will not be missed
Stare into these eyes host to no soul, there’s no one home
credits
from Beneath Buried Bones,
released December 7, 2019
Lyrics: Michael
Music: Reid, Skylar, Carly, Alyxx
Wasted Heretics is a melodic death metal band that refuses to be confined by the typical boundaries of death metal. The
music is a dense mix of diverse styles and influences. While being heavily rhythm and groove oriented, there is still a strong emphasis on melody and technical proficiency....more
Voilà qui nous rappelle les morceaux du grand Atheist, la touche progressive en plus ; et, plus généralement, quelques fleurons que l'on trouve actuellement dans l'écurie de The artisan era. ça promet ! Poesy Rider
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant