Mausoleums

from Dead Endings

November 21st, 2025

8 tracks

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Dead Endings

Mausoleums

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Mausoleums

Born of Plagues

Walls of paper, bed of stone Flesh falls away from bone Putrefaction fills my plate Bleak foreshadow of my fate In winter’s choking grasp I finally breathe my last I’m not the first to fall In this city without walls Streets lined with mausoleums Monuments to our decay Stained glass, cold ash: burnt offerings On bloodied knees we pray In winter’s choking grasp I finally breathe my last I’m not the first to fall In this city without walls In winter’s choking grasp I finally breathe my last I’m not the last to fall In this city without walls

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Written over a nearly five-year period, Dead Endings is a collection of complaints and commiserations that takes aim at social ills and personal woes through a lens of gothic horror and unrepentant riffage. Melding influences from Winter and Hooded Menace to Black Sabbath and Motorhead into a mix of dirge-like plodding, breakneck thrashing, and classic metallic grooves, this brute of an album never sits still for long. Its eight tracks and 55-minute runtime will feed your need for all things heavy and leave you eager for more.