Silver and gold hands hanging from a hollowed out sky.
Pouring rain collected between precious fingertips,
Release at once to open a vast rush of furry,
To erase
The face of dry earth mapped with cracks,
Tracing out veins of sucked dry soil bleeding slowly,
Under the canopy of burning light.
You close your eyes,
And behold a dream
That looks like nothing
You’ve ever seen.
You open your eyes, only to bear witness,
To the thrashing of black wings before you as devil birds
Feast upon your spirit, and you beg to cry.
But you cannot muster the strength here.
Not in this purgatory.
For even in a single drop of tear, lives the seed of hope,
And a reminder of life.
Alone the rot of damnation to this cycle becomes your new testimony.
Nothing can penetrate this darkness
Not even
A glowing huge.
The only thing
That keeps me alive
Is the burning
Inside.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023