They began to scourge me at the pillars.
Tools ripping away at my flesh.
The figures have abruptly become killers,
And my memory starts to refresh.
The holy hands of the sky, the architects of life,
Brought me back as I began to die.
The wrath of the gods, unleashed upon me.
Through my wrist they place their pins.
Their blackened eyes are filled with intent.
How can I speak or resist?
My body's in paralysis.
These surgeons are artists, my body is canvas.
The needles make my skin peel.
This cannot be. This isn't real.
This is the pain of a million deaths.
My anatomy is the the theatre of war.
I am the witness of catastrophe.
My structure is shattered, it lies in ruin.
My body is gone, but I'm still alive.
They are the artists.
The sole creators.
There isn't a bad song on this EP, they are all excellent. This was also my introduction to the band (through a YouTube video explaining how to learn guitar parts by ear) so it has a special place in my heart. ronnings
This is a "classic" EP in the progressive metal/rock scene (per usual with Plini lol). I come back to Plini's works often to "scratch that itch." As Sincerely would say, this is good stuff! :)
If you like guitar-centric instrumental music at all, then pick up as much Plini as you can, listen, "drift away" or "focus" and enjoy for years to come! :D
For Fans of Intervals, Sithu Aye, Scale The Summit, Animals As Leaders, CHON, Polyphia, etc. Erkadur