Over you, like tombs
Wounds mimic graves
Ceremony, abandoned body
And you’re asleep
Flags swinging high
Your clothes, the fabric
Hanging like fruit
From a tree you’ve never seen
I know your name,
from the number of flies
That surround your grave
Your lover paints a bright smile
Sleeping on grass, your dreams the enemy
Falling into a deep sleep
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023