A FLOCK NAMED MURDER INCENDIARY SANCTUM

Worship is ever beyond the divine. Worship takes hold in ideals, and in idolatry. We worship progress. We worship the myth of a venerable past. We worship power. It is insidious when that which is revered becomes incapable of wrongdoing. Everything is justified in the eyes of worship and that rotten seed can lead to the worst of human atrocities.
"Incendiary Sanctum" is a eulogy burning away the very idea of worship. It is a longing for an insurmountable world beyond flesh. It is a rumination on humanity and those we've lost, and all those who came and went before we were ever here and are gone without a trace. The passing in and out of time, with many of us left behind or unceremoniously taken away. It is our strength in holding onto that memory, which is all there is and someday will be gone too. It's the inner sanctum of the self as a pyre, and the infinite silence of God.
A Flock Named Murder crafts an expansive and immersive sound—merging elements of black metal, post-metal, doom, and death metal into a seamless whole.
For fans of Agalloch, Cult Of Luna, The Ruins Of Beverast, Immolation