Whispers held, a burden of flesh
The voice so loud, cleaved like the rest
Once-Inflamed, heat of the sky
Infused, held through and through
soil and air, the bloom and the fall
The eyes of our others
and songs for them all
Piecemeal obstruction, absconding vision
Static and shimmer, nowhere to listen
Now-kin inflamed, to the core of the earth
Resistance, through and through
Not ours to claim, for we have no others
And our songs-we’ve lost them all
For some with scarred arms, burning hate
years in a vacuum, insides waylaid
Comes the gentlest touch, the blood of our blood
Distilled by the wreckage
Quiescent and Fierce at once
So we sing a shade of a world we once knew
The breath from our lips are pieces of you
And you breathe a part of me
Bonded not tethered-distant or near
The bones of our bones to the end of the earth
Stitched held together in a matrix above
But air from shore to shore only carries so much
In the absence of landfall can it ever be enough?
To build our homes on the edge of a never ending scar
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