I have a fear of death in disguise,
in a wind blow…swan sing our demise.
Gathered sheep, no shepherd in sight,
awaiting in silence the wolves to come by.
The Saviors are gone, Holly scripts set on fire,
Weather is changing, it’s value decline.
Preachers will tell the horsemen arrived,
they know the hour, ‘cause they set the time.
Out in the cold, with blood in my eyes,
…things that I’ve seen…I rather go blind!
Italian stoner powerhouse Tenebra has the heft of Sabbath and the hooks of Saint Vitus in their powerfully imposing tunes. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2022