The mask had lain dormant for some time, a sacred relic hidden away within the temple’s labyrinthine depths. It lay in waiting for one who could bear its visage once more. For ages, there had been none of the constitution required to assume its otherworldly mantle. Many avaricious initiates to the faith had tried, only to watch in horror as their bodies were enervated by the mask’s mystical energies, crumbling into dust and death at the foot of the altar, atop which it did rest. The high priests of the temple sought its powers not, for they were of the wisdom to know that even their lifetimes of devotion would not grant them the mask’s power. Thus it was when the doors to the sanctum burst open to the cacophonous sounds of battle, and thus it was that the grand prelate of the temple grasped the mask in a moment of singular desperation.

In an instant, the prelate’s skull was molded to fit the image of the mask, which suffused its metallic surface upon his face to replace the skin that had defined it since birth. The prelate’s eyes took on a hue of faded gold, and through his veins ran an amber blood that projected its radiance in rivulets upon his skin. As the first of the temple’s invaders set foot within the sanctum the prelate began chanting in a language he knew not, and before him the vigour was sapped from the brazen assailant, who soon crumpled under the weight of the armour that he wore. As the rest of the warband began to charge across the threshold of the sanctum’s door, the prelate gaze set their eyes ablaze with a heavenly fire that burst from their skulls whilst the incantations uttered by his droning voice turned the attacker’s swords upon themselves. In only a moment, the invaders fell defeated upon the temple floor, their bodies dissolving into dust before the power of the mask’s MYTHIC IMAGE. The prophesied bearer of the relic had now come, and the time of DIVINE RETRIBUTION was at hand.

MYTHIC IMAGE make their return to EATBRAIN with DIVINE RETRIBUTION. The four-track EP burns with the sonic fury that its name suggests and with these sonics MYTHIC IMAGE rally the fervor of the EATBRAIN horde beneath their unmistakable auditory countenance as they unleash DIVINE RETRIBUTION upon dancefloors far & wide.

Written by Gwen Kubik

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