Once stood the primal stone city of Ib
By the great lake with mist so dense
A habitat previously settled by bulging-eyed beings
The arrival of shepherd men wrought looming annihilation
With construction of the vast city of man
Fostering hate and fear
Bringing bow, sling, and spear to hands
Bodies pierced and battered, devoured by watery graves
A once revered idol, now a trophy of massacre
Prosperity befell the devious conquerors
Mineral deposits birthed an indulgence in decadency
The city became renowned
Towering edifices shaped with rare stone-line horizons
From a distance the silhouette of domination emerged
Amphitheaters hosted spectacles of opulence (Eliminate Breathe before)
Sarnathians’ success was credited with Ib’s destruction
Magnificent festivals held in honor of hateful wraiths
Infectious celebrations, even priests succumbed
At the stroke of midnight bells (Eliminate Breathe before)
An eerie emerald fog descended upon the city
Populace confused gave rise to panic,
And hysteria swiftly spread like a pestilence
A prosperity filled millennium finally ended
The sturdy bronze gates violently opened
Bulging-eyed creatures bearing uncouth flames
Revenge manifested in unexpected holocaust
Tragedy consumed that night of man
Screams created a symphony for slaughter
Patience finally rewarded to Bokrug’s faithful
Fiery yet fluid, the Pennsylvania band's second LP plays like a supercut of death metal's biggest selling points. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2023