All the cold marble obelisks arise
Into the sky
Seared black from the smoke of the flames, and we
Watch as our world
Dies
With just a sigh
A devil followed us home tonight
___________
Hold me
Beautiful
Let's not walk alone through this eternal funeral
Burning
Our time is gone
Haunted by our flesh
And now this world is not our own
___________
All the carrion crows
Are lined up in rows
Ebon eyes on our throes as we decompose
Doom brings a better thing
Full of cold, full of old
Lost souls who cannot sing
Ahh, the church bells ring
They're calling forth the Lords of Silence and the Midnight Kings
___________
Hold me
Beautiful
Let's not walk alone through this eternal funeral
Burning
Our time is gone
Haunted by our flesh
And now this world is not our own
Just bones
___________
A cadaver sways gently from up the bell rope
Taunting ghouls hissing sickening truths of no hope
Mindless gibbering of graveyard poetry
One last hymn to a dying world tragedy so
___________
Hold me
Beautiful
Let's not walk alone through this eternal funeral
Burning
Our time is gone
Haunted by our flesh
And now this world is not our own
Just bones
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016