Exhausted, I walk
An old human, unafraid of the truth
Death is coming for me
It might come by day
It might come by night
My useless attempts to predict
Are only similar to my wish
For the wait to be over
I long for death,
I long for my life to be over,
I long to become one with the Earth
I have lost the will to ask questions
because questions asked by humans
are likely imperfect,
useless in the face of undiscovered beings
with superior eyes
My time has come
I lack the ability to empathize
with the chants of religious past
Yet I relate with a certain comfort,
One that sings from the throat.
I modify it to fit my thoughts...
Нас не врятує Бог
Питання в могилах
Їх просто немає
Нас не врятує Бог
Знайдені відповіді
Породять нові
Нас не врятує Бог
The project of singer and multi-instrumentalist Marz Rieste explores dark fantasy themes through menacing, doomy black metal.
Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024