in the darkest cracks of our psyche
lies a place where nothing grows.
descendent of the intrinsic fires
who's embers cease to glow
enveloped in despair
of political disrepair
while we feast on the scraps from the table of the haves and have mores
(there's nothing there!)
they dine in celebration, raising their glasses to the coming war
the iron fist of the sentinel
smashing our hopes as it comes down
we abandon lofty hopes
with our feet planted further in the ground.
who will muster the strength to rise?
who will muster the strength to rise?
Arise!
as the infantry line the streets
scattered with the malnourished bodies of our young
the weeping word: revolution: aching on our tongues
take up arms brothers and sisters.
now is the time to make the streets ours
as we've tried for years to find freedom
we call it the struggle, they call it crime:
NOW IS OUR TIME!
our time to die for freedom.
to be inspired by the ghosts of our past
FOR RED BLOOD TO STAIN BLACK CLOTHES
the pounding drums of the bombs blast!
we will gnash our teeth
and bathe in our own blood
we will die laughing
while we swim in the flood
victory may only exist in our minds
and in nature's oaken pantheon
when the lights finally go out,
the songs of our revolution will play on
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“Then Moses stood in the gate of the camp, and said, Who is on the LORD'S side? let him come unto me. And all the sons of Levi gathered themselves together unto him.”
Exodus 32:26 KJV kingdavidslament
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The first four Krallice in order are essential usbm releases... usually bands with long tracks get tiring, but with Krallice it's always fresh. Plus the new remaster jobs give them all new life. ribsgibson
Featuring members of Noothgrush, Graves at Sea, and more, the Oakland metal band juxtapose cavernous doom with spaced-out shoegaze. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024
supported by 7 fans who also own “the Death of Baldr and the Coming War”
Le son des pieds qui s'enfoncent dans la neige, un black metal atmosphérique qui s'abat comme une tempête de grêle et tranche la peau, des violons polaires : Roads To The North est aussi glacial qu'un album de Paysage d'Hiver (surtout Schnee). En tout cas au début. Panopticon nous invite en fait moins à une méditation statique qu'à une randonnée, une ascension jusqu'aux sommets. On y accède à pieds en surpassant la douleur, en train en profitant du folklore. C'est un grand parcours initiatique. Jordan Vauvert