A filth to be born
A failure to grow
A misery to live
Through
Absent features crumble down the face
Wretched figures wither in the rot
Vainly wasting bitter dusty air,
Senseless larvae ready to transform
From the rot
To transform
From twisted nymph to shining pinnacle
Frail harmony under the carapace of rigor
Famished chasm bursts in a yawn at descending
Bipedal mayflies that swarm at fields of limbo
Last endless years
In helpless chrysalis
Of ruined flesh suit
Craving for hatch
Have one seen anything brighter
Than burst of posthumous light
Right through ripen carnal blight?..
A sullen paradox of inevitable blooming
Mocking neoteny in vain expectations
The end of cycle only gives desired
Perfect form not besmirched with life
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024