Symposium of Sickness

(Music: Owen. Lyrics: Walker)

"Noxious, sully dolour

Is not the sentiment upon which we feed

But precocious consciousness

Draws out a morbid nous to bleed

Chiselling out seething words

Which cut deep down to the bone

Always legible

So be it on our own headstone..."

  Written by Ken Owen, the drummer, this song could not have a stranger sound. Contains three of the best leads and has a superb end, my personal favourite lead being Corpsereality by Mike Amott. Needless to mention great drumming.