Drive
A flailing tongue down the throat
Can you scrape the soot from lung
The ash wedged between teeth
A worming contortion
Dredge up another cry
To mix in broiling air
Burning alone
Chorus screams
Ascend in columns of smoke
In roaring pillars of fire
The metallic taste or earthen ore
A gut swimming in boiling gore
Quartered in
Phelegethon’s current
Again and again
Flesh slough off
Every nerve torn
Throb from incendiary air
From skin to bone
to ribboned flame clings
Cough
clear the chest
Swallow
Boiling viscera
Cauterized
Amidst the flows
A volcanic dread
of endless gray
Whistling stones
The sulfuric hiss
From boiling blood
To cries unheard
Bursts forth
The mercy of arrows
A crucible
never to refine
Vastation
Void-catharsis
Just slag
Just dross
Just slag
Just dross
No
sanctifying fire
No
purifying flame
Just marbled glow in coal
among ash and smoke
Just a slow burning
just a raging loss
The endless
Infernal flame
Consuming
Unsatisfied
Ever spilling
unto itself
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