I feel something withering…
And I know,
It’s not the moon filtering the heavy lung sap.
In this pond painted night,
I wade.
“You look so insensitive.”
Stir this miasmic cauldron with my waking eye.
Flood.
Chest digger, settle down.
Sinking in this black marsh
With mist pale eyes,
Dissolving through my mind.
Of the grey eating weeds,
That need to feed,
On the sap they bleed.
Shoreline eyes,
Gaze at me.
In this swamp of lost thoughts,
The cryptic beast told me…
“You are a servant to me, I hold your eyes.”
In this marshland thick of lies,
I hear your tongue slither cries,
Of false reality.
You harvest souls
With the left hand of god,
And move on,
Careless.
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blackwing is still my favourite cloudkicker release but subsume sure is up there. I think I prefer the original to the remaster honestly (it's been a while though, I'll have to listen again soon) katsumashi
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Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
Five veterans bashing out their own new version of post-hardcore; world-weary perspective, fresh, urgent, crackling with feeling. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2017