I, slowly drift away, through the woodlands
Ripped apart by black wolves, drawing me in
The call of the forest l, can hear the trees
Eternal hate in the pagan land, what once was is gone
Yet, the fires still burn, within the soul
Ripping, the spirit apart, where evil lies
As I, slowly flow, through the lake of darkness
Frost and dust slowly gather, there is no fear
Freeing my being, the imprisonment of time
Finally, making my own way, escaping our world
As I drift through eternal sorrow, no evil lies
The cold and fear of loneliness, power takes on
The beauty of the night sky, permeates the air
Inhaling, rotten, hell’s dark cold, hatred and fear
Punishing death metal from Pakistan, the new LP from Azaab is a scorcher with lyrics that tackle the oncoming apocalypse. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 17, 2022