Cyclops, King
Feed on me, Ancient Ones
Drink me, black forgotten blood
Circles drawn in the symbol’s dawn
Blasphemy, is my only tongue
Dark eyes of Titan’s past
Hidden in their cries
Cyclops, King
The feast of fools
Surrounded… the weeping prophet’s lie
Forbidden insects… black cloud
Flesh ripped… nectar of death
Cloaked in the skin of the damned
The Colossus, death at first glance
Stare of death… boundary destroyer
The moment… God… tablets of skin
The relics are forged
For the onslaught of Hell
Swing the head of the sermon
Bow down to your King
Cyclops the King
Eye of death… fear inside
Earth to heaven… war contrived
Returning hordes… forever forlorn
13 mirrors broken…and forlorn
Crown of Skull
Eyes of Ios
Shield of scales and dragon’s tongues
Immersed the earth in molten steel
Open the gates with the key
Bind the cross
Cloth of death
Fuck the church
Rip apart their holy flesh
Hanging god
Tree of death
Cyclops command
Rip apart their holy flesh
Bind the cross
Cloth of death
Black Magik Assassins
Consume and destroy their flesh
Bow to the King
Cyclops, King
Crown of Skull
Eyes of Ios
Shield of scales and dragon’s tongues
Immersed the earth in molten steel
Open the gates with the key
Bind the cross
Cloth of death
Fuck the church
Rip apart their holy flesh
Hanging god
Tree of death
Cyclops command
Rip apart their holy flesh
Hanging god
Cloth of death
Black Magik Assassins
Consume and destroy their flesh
Monkeys with wings…
Crown of your mother’s skull
Pain…
Torment
Bow to the King
Cyclops, King
Dark eye of Titan’s past
Nectar of death
The relics forged for the onslaught of Hell
Sow the seeds of retribution
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020