ORPHALIS (Germany) - The Wolves Draw Near (Brutal/Technical Death Metal) Transcending Obscurity

Subscribe to our official channel for daily updates - Taken from the upcoming release from Orphalis titled ’As The Ashes Settle’ coming soon on Transcending Obscurity Records Main Store - Bandcamp - US Store - Europe Store - Group - Facebook - YouTube Channel - Instagram - Twitter - Band Facebook - Info - Counterbalancing technical death metal with brutal death elements, Orphalis may have found the perfect stylistic balance for the kind of music they are playing on their fourth full length which is astonishingly fluid given its dynamic and multifaceted nature. Their structuring is intuitive and yet unpredictable which keeps things both engaging and exciting. Moreover, with their knack of providing standout parts in each of the songs when you least expect it, it’s impossible not to remain awestruck. In addition to the myriad music patterns that are equally matched by phenomenally diverse vocals, they are able to inject melodic bits and even searing solos into the music for added emphasis, all of which only enhances the auditory experience each time. ’As The Ashes Settle’ is a beautifully tempered, vibrant and energetic album that is bound to leave an indelible mark in the style. For fans of: Psycroptic, Benighted, Cutterred Flesh, Aborted, Monument of Misanthropy, Enragement Line up - Thomas Szczecina - Vocals Jens Dürholt - Guitars and Backing Vocals Morten Formeseyn - Guitars Thomas Köhler - Bass Phillip Hatcher - Drums Artwork by Adam Burke Lyrics: The Wolves Draw Near With every breath drawn colors fade Each step propels the heaviest of burdens Joyous choirs beckoning This mortal coil slips away from my grasp Hated, defeated, crushed beneath My piles of shame turned to litanies Circling, vicious, the wolves draw near My time has come, the exit clear A thick coating of wet ashes My past unsalvagable, nothing worth saving Off of the throne, into the dirt Voices commanding me into black purgatory Whispers instructing my vice Hopelessness fueling my goals A hermit departs his cave Decency long thrown away With every breath drawn colors fade Each step propels the heaviest of burdens Joyous choirs beckoning This mortal coil slips away from my grasp Choices worsened the state I’m in I was convinced of all my futile endeavors My heart beating for what purpose If not just to spite all who will forever be Hated, defeated, crushed beneath My piles of shame turned to litanies Circling, vicious, the wolves draw near My time has come, the exit clear The longing bearable no more Desires unrequited A blank stare towards the stars I now seek fortune In the next plane Peer into the darkest of blacks The misery unwinding Light floods my tired eyes Possessed by intimate knowledge of Ways to perceive my goals Instructions to navigate the void Structures paralyzing Equations depicting what might be lost in all Peer into the darkest of blacks Cartographing the madness Flames burn my withered hands The markings of strenuous efforts Paled in comparison The torments awaiting me Time, my time has come The end intimidating Should old acquaintance be forgot It must mean for me to move on My hate-filled heart long grown so cold My gaze affixed, no turning back I now can see past all the haze Burdens lost to time at last I cross the brink, I shed no tear Lights flare The skies await