A little girl lies carved into a slab kiddie talent show gold will never grow old christmas day unwrapping gifts under the tree pale pink treasures of earthly pleasures mounted on a maypole autumn draws near fireworks and firewood dreams of good mummy cried no daddy cried stop the bindings held till it was done release or reprieve or just leave midsummer meals are tomorrow's meat dried by the sun a treat poor victims the pale horse will not come will not come for them not today not tomorrow we feast on living flesh for now justice is not the same as revenge he chambers up on the palest steed teeth and bone bared father of flies dripper of honey ejaculator of lies the mind spanned africa warlords and slaves to hunger his body a spinning maelstrom plastic debris flotsam jetsom his talk is a poem not pure or sweet but of blistered skin cracking he walks with bones click clacking
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024