There is a place in their hearts
That will never be filled
Forever to be filled
But only a space
An attempt of hope
To restructure
Are only memories
That ache and agonise
The kindness of all
Which they await in desire
Were only sorrow
That pursues to eternity
As if they’ve seen everything, but there was nothing wrong
Their heartening thoughts, hover like fog
To escape the desolation, is ones’ agitation
Which stings more, each long deafening day
The pathetic and frigid, their fate painted with death
The trumpet never fail to wake them, for a saviour, so weak
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017