Gothic Theatre
Drown the Sun
We are the Apocalypse, simply and completely, harbingers of the impending doom to which all shall bear witness but none acknowledge, a beacon leering, grotesque and deformed, in the face of complacency and delusion. Roiling and rumbling, we abrade the limp, lucid skin of vacant smiles and hollow gazes to reveal the horrifying reality festering just beneath the surface. Idols and emblems crack and crumble beneath our gallop, their rubble swept away by boiling gales and dissolving therein. The revelation foretold aeons ago comes to bear, and we shall revel in its terrifying splendour. The demise was heralded…
We are the heralds.
