Fear
Sleeps in the dark of
Cavern.
Breath
And there's a stone
In breast
Black pus oozes out between the scales
Venomous steam is alike a shroud
Air from the throat is plague-infected
A Wyvern is midst marshy sewage
Tail
Like a knife
Stings.
Shivers
Body with tremble
With heat.
Raising lacerated wings in vain
Throws on the ground
Bloody mercury runs in the dirt
Wound gapes in the middle of a breast
Tearing through the drifts
Brunches, giant roots
In the middle of a rotten abyss
Into the shelter of marsh creature
Writhing with horrible stench
wizzard is stretching his arms
To the tight lump
His reward is a heart
Night
Everything around
Wispers
Away!
With blood you're
Marked
There
In the jaws
Of woods
Now there're
Only
Bones
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
This album is just 100/100, like so many albums from mgla. How can a band hit the spot so many times? They are incredible. Thank you for accompanying me almost daily these days :) adrianradillo