Zone / Tunnel from Upheaval by Sól

Spell of crippling fear
Bound to the womb, we are pacified.
curse these branches and abort its seed.
Volition ceased.
There is only flat lines of acquiescence.
Spell of crippling apathy
Bound to the womb, we are pacified.
May we live beyond the fence
Away from this deprivation of our very essence.

The tunnel stretched in darkness.
Sorrow of war echoes,
Deliverance narrows.
Claiming our sovereignty, they hunt us relentlessly.
We are fired upon,
They hold such malice.
For those we've lost,
We carry your fire.
For those we've lost,
We ignite your flame.
We travel light yet we carry the most heavy burden of renewal.
The old world awaits the reprisal of its forgotten lore.
Outside - we run beyond the fence.

• Cascadian
• Metal
• Post Black Metal
• atmospheric
• post-metal
• post-rock
• Portland