More and more the earth is churned
Planting seeds for the world to burn
Rain follows the plow.
Equines straining
Soil decaying
Rain follows the plow.
Raping the land, drought a bound
Sky and earth, turned inside out.
A wall of dust lurking on the horizon
Hairs raised on the nape of the neck
Gather the children, stable the horses
A storm of earth encroaches
Lungs turn black as the skin peels
Eyes empty caverns.
Rain follows the plow
Swallowing what we'll soon become
Delirium in the fields of dust, industry of efficiency
Delirium in the fields of dust, the plowshare shatters like brittle bones.
If “atmospheric black metal” implies majestic comedowns and dramatic dynamics, this powerhouse instead constitutes anti-atmospheric black metal. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 23, 2021