No Closure

by Withering Soul

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Engineered by: Chris Wisco at Belle City Sound
Mixed by: Chris Wisco and Withering Soul
Mastered by: The Cutting Room (Sweden)
Cover Art by: Ash Sivils

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released March 8, 2011

Line Up:
Mykil - Voices
Krystofer - Guitar and Keyboards
William - Bass
Marek - Drums

Additional Musicians:
Biagio Guadagnolo - Keyboards on Tracks 3 & 8
Melissa Ferlaak - Guest Vocals on Tracks 8 & 9
Kain - Live Guitar

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Withering Soul Chicago, Illinois

“Withering Soul has left me somewhat spellbound by their brand of Black Metal.”
-Metal Odessey

“Each track here is a refreshing return to when Metal was stylish and still sounded evil, menacing and punishing.”
-Apoch's Metal Review

“ A stunning achievement in the field of USBM and is sure to create a well deserved buzz for the band."
- Heavy Metal Time Machine
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Track Name: Tides of the Accursed
They set to sea in search of fallen mates
A tale of oddity, their destiny an unknown fate
Cast the sail 1402
For what lied ahead, they had no clue
Northwestern arctic bound, gliding without sound
A change in weather, thus expected
Their nautical prescience, no longer undetected
The waves have grown so high
And winds have turned so cold
The decks are glazed with ice
Unforgiving to young and old
Bashing, smashing...against this beaten ship
Freezing ocean walls...won’t lose their grip
Sailors struggling for survival
A battle against Mother Nature

Ghastly tales of legend
A mere warning, not to be rivaled?

Superstations weighing, upon their feeble minds
Tales of banshees, crying for their end of time
We've been sailing for 40 days and 40 nights
In these glacially ridden waters of our lost might
Many discussions of mutiny amongst my crew
I'm now torn with what to do
The dark figure before me offers a game of chance
If I win we break free, but if I lose we shall see
No! How can it be?
I've lost, to face a fate that should not be
What a catastrophe
My men sentenced to die with me
Our doom is now reality
The storms now set in without mercy
Every line snapping around me
The mast suddenly breaks in three
You knew the price, what would become of thee
Should you lose? Yes, it's your destiny
They set to sail in search of fallen mates
But what they found was their (own) icy grave