Here is the void
To which you stare
It calls upon you
When you're not there
Here is the vacant feeling
Without despair
Into the vast spaces
Gasping for air
In nothing, nowhere
In nothing, nowhere
Thought, a memory
Your dreams cease to be
No thought or memory
You cease to be
The void beckons all
Calls upon you, feeds on you
The void beckons all
Calls upon you, feeds on you
No thought or memory
Your dreams cease to be
No thought or memory
You cease to be
No thought or memory
Your dreams cease to be
No thought or memory
You cease to be
Heavy metal thunder so epic that it could have been forged by the gods themselves. 'The Heretics' proves ROTTING CHRIST to be among the genre's all-time elite. Deathwhite
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What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub