When two hares fight, it is the jackal who feeds -
carving our hearts out and made to bleed;
striving to be the vanquisher,
but the last ones alive win nothing.
They have eyes to see and yet see not,
for their old sins cast long shadows- hidden and lost.
Alone with them and hither Man
shall thence be not, for dead men all!
So try they may from me to dig,
yet to my name are nothing but figs.
From fallen leaves to fallen heroes,
the earth will always take us back.
If it’s me they wish to slay,
then Death will find me most unfair.
Although, from bone they pick and flay
before the insects are aware.
Beneath skies to never be cloven a Sisyphean life of unrest.
To have been born at all is time enough to meet certain death.
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This one really goes deep. Tremendously heavy and bleak, yet crushingly groovy as well. You can easily see these guys destroying any venue they'd hit live with this. The heavy hitting slow to mid-tempo tunes are sort of tranceinducing. It's very easy to listen to it multiple times in a row or even get lost in it totally. mourner
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022