No higher truth etched in stone
It constantly changes its form
And evolves into something new
Yet never reach the absolute
O' it never reaches the absolute
In wilderness one may discover
A portal to comprehend
And rejoice these fleeting moments
Under divine eye of the sun
A crown placed on the head of a "messiah"
Countless ways to view the world
Countless paths to follow
To form your own (or) ideals of old
With sheltered trail into oblivion
No higher truth - no time to waste
Amidst the crowd of false prophets
Our worth shall not be weighed in gold
But by the steps that open up new passages
Bridging Nordic black metal with traditional Celtic folk, the Idaho crushers forge heavy music with a heroic medieval spirit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 11, 2023