Bone White.
This liquid is bone white and void heavy
I let these jackal eyes pour their potion,
As the shadow filled, marrow-river flows into my lungs.
They speak to me,
Breathe this fume of flood elixir deep
And slip into psychotropic sleep.
Claws crafted with intent
To strip my life-hide of
The ash-bones you made
The moon cycles and sun melts
But your jackal eyes still cast their spells
Of false whispers from bleeding trees
Reminding me, I cannot see
Point-black reality
Failure.
To exhume
Spine-biting life
Failure.
supported by 18 fans who also own “The Water Sleeps My Lungs.”
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
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
supported by 16 fans who also own “The Water Sleeps My Lungs.”
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