Weightless and floating, this flesh feels nothing...no pain...no sting...passing beyond the threshold.
A creek bears rotten fruit.
I am floating dead.
The fire makes trees curl upward and crumble to ash.
The owl watches in silence.
Fire burns the orchard.
Frozen air quells the breath.
It sees...we see...through the veil of death.
The sky bleeds wax.
I take flight, high above my corpse.
How can this be?
The duality confounds me.
Crushing winds pin my wings back down.
This hellish sequence Is engulfed in flames.
I watch in silence.
My body carried by the water to the blazing horizon.
I am one with death.
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016