Beneath these crumbling remains
I find myself waking from dreams
Still I don't realize what we've done
The fading shadows of night
They lift up a terrible shroud
It's hard to understand what we've done
This endless greed for profit
This ignorance in our minds
Has lead to end all our dreams, now we
Search for lifelines of a long gone world
Silent echoes that remain unheard
Search for lifelines in the desert sand
Afterlife lines, seen in our own hands
The cold gives way to heat up
That still unseen fields of destruction
There's nearly no single stone left unturned
Who could have had imagined
How far we would lead this disaster
We went far over this point to return
Now, what do you do, you rich man
Do you eat money and gold?
What do you say to your children, who
Search for lifelines of a long gone world
Silent echoes that remain unheard
Search for lifelines in the desert sand
Afterlifelines, seen in our own hands
I'm reaching out to search for remains
Of what is left of faces I found
An endless pattern creeps through the veins
The tree of life, a mystic compound
Search for lifelines in a lifetime that we still have to go
Search for lifelines in a lifetime that we still have to go
Search for lifelines
Search for lifelines in a lifetime
Now, what do you do, you rich man
Do you eat money and gold?
What do you say to your children
Search for lifelines of a long gone world
Silent echoes that remain unheard
Search for lifelines in the desert sand
Afterlifelines, seen in our own hands
Our Afterlife, our Afterlifelines
Our Afterlife, silent echoes that remain unheard
Our Afterlife, Afterlifelines seen in our own hands
Afterlifelines
The cover art made me laugh my ass off. There are a fair few decent riffs here, but they're a bit buried in the mix at times. Enough already with the sequels.
Best track: Hymn 66. Worst track: One More Shot at Glory. tmtvl
Blistering blackened death metal with haunting melody lines throughout. The melody never overcomes but rather gives hypnotizing testimony to the churning rhythms threatening to pull the listener below the waves. This is music by which to summon the Great Old Ones. Robert Royer