Conjurer: "Bands aren’t so worried about being part of a particular scene anymore"
While some bands are merely content in wedging their foot in the door between the underworld of challenging music and widespread acceptance, Conjurer ar...
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A God of our hand Closes in on us Dispel each facet 'fore it sows it seeds, And digs its roots into our core, Absorbing every drop of history, To hasten its ascent. Bowing under the heft of this concept, Must I burden all with the fear that I hold;
For our sake, must we halt, ‘Fore we face our scion. Is thought akin to ruin? A question faced alone. Have you even the choice to end this beast? Should you rid this beast? A deep seated fear, Once reserved for the divine, turned, to our own cursed hands. Seed is sown.
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"Basilisk" is a song by Conjurer from the album Páthos, released in 2022.
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