Loathe

by Façade

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flightoficarus (Metal Trenches) An imposing and soul-crushing bit of death doom that evokes plenty of dread and melancholy, but also brings the guitars and vocals where it counts. For every dreary walk through the candlelit catacombs, there is a destructive explosion of fury to break the spell. metaltrenches.com/reviews/loathe-919 Favorite track: Apostate.
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released April 30, 2017

Mix & master: Daniel Neagoe at D productions, London UK
Cover art: Wietse Treurniet

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Façade is a doom metal band from Dordrecht, the Netherlands, formed in 2011.

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Track Name: Apostate
Too long have I dwelled in your presence
Your baneful word and teachings
Lies of a promised comfort taught throughout centuries
To confuse, to derange and numb the conscious mind

The nature of our existence
Is rooted in the earth, to her we shall return
And this one truth I embrace without fear

I will not befoul my temple with false words of deliverance

My soul is bound to no one, my will is mine alone
I will not give in to weakness and be chained
By fabled words of salvation and grace

But don't dare tell me that I'm lost,
When you're the one who blindly sold his soul
Track Name: Veil of Deceit
See here our saints, the holy men of god
Lifeless their gaze and empty their hands

Frozen are their folds
Statues cold as death

A façade
That gave emptiness a face

God does not live here in this church

I am the only one alive, alone
In this holy house of nothing
The only one to stand, conscious
In this house of lies

I wish for these walls to crumble
For all saints to fall and break
To see rats, and roaches feast upon
Rotting sanctimonious bread
Track Name: Insanity Restored
A meritless king of burden
One who is without a throne or crown
A serpent is squirming through his kingdom
poison defiles his grounds

Words in the tongue of the Sirens
Their songs are what he speaks
lustful are their melodies
As they linger tranquil and seductive in the deep

The cracks in his mask of sanity
grow larger every day
And the sickness of his mind
Slowly comes to light

Come see this king of burden
The God infested inside his head
Keeps gruelling His one believer
Keeps pushing him further to the edge,

Further to the edge

He cloaks himself in fear
He defiles his name in shame
Desecrates his temple and believers
Disgustful and unclean he shall remain
Track Name: Sleepless
Grinning, voices echo
In the emptiness of the mind
Shallow breathing
Crying eyes

The cold hand of Death
Dragging away the will to live

Care not

Take all that is and was

I cannot speak, choking upon
Tears and words; tattered and torn

Hatefull fragments of a stolen future
I just want to sleep

and never wake

The door is locked
And the eyes are shut
Track Name: Departure
Screams from the past echo ever on
An unsettling feeling
A stranger freely roams

The hunter invokes
A slumbering past
Draws his arrow
A shot to the heart

Fresh blood flows again
from an old wound
that bearly healed

The eye loses sight
The heart loses life
The mind has lost
The will to live

A cry for fire
Purging flames
To rid the body
Of mortal pain
Track Name: Forlorn
Open eyes, sleeping like a babe
Lulled to sleep by lies,
Brightly sung

Blind and wrong
Blind and wrong
Blind and wrong

Rotting, rotting roots
Every tree the same
Bearing tainted fruits

A fetid yield
Cannot be healed
Will not be healed

What comfort, in a ruinous refuge?
Bound to masts of ships
Believing it will save
But it's sinking

But it's sinking