What profit is there from all toil under the sun
One generation departs, the another one comes
But the world forever stays
But the world forever stays
The sun rises and the sun sets
Then presses on to the place where it rises next
Shifting south, then north
Back and forth
Shifts the wind constantly shifting on its course
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
All rivers flow to the sea
But the sea is never filling
To the place the waters flow
They continue to flow
The eye is never satisfied by what it sees
Nor the ear with all of its hearing
What has been has been
And what is done is done
There’s nothing new under the sun
Vanity of vanities
Everything is vanity
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
All things
All things are wearisome
Too wearisome for words
From riffs and production to hooks and breakdowns, the Canadian metalcore veterans' seventh album ups the ante in every way. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2022