pastel violence a hex upon you
who would see silent
those not like you
we'll keep casting spells until yr spirit breaks
we will light up every single place
that you've smothered we'll take it from you
you will nvr blow out this candle flame
//
we're in meadows binding up our hearts
twining them in burdock throwing sweetpea to the stars
we can see the rot you've sown drifting up the stream
we'll throw toadflax in yr dreams
//
chamomile + clover + lavender + vetiver
maelstrom round yr shrunken pityheart
+ yr crying
+ it waters our plants
What more can you say after reading the abhorrent bio of this album that tells the vision behind it? This is the black vomit of Tchornobog: abyssal violation of your senses and pineal gland and you are not the same person after encountering this multidimensional god. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡