A hammer to crash through what it is to be human.
Wield it with contempt or have it torn from your arm.
We are wolves chewing at the ankles of the world.
A fear that's richer than cream. Hunt those who run.
Hurdling into clay hands. (I am a weapon.)
Prayers broken at the wrists.
To provide me a life I can bleed on.
Liberate it from a future rotten with their breath.
Hurl their bodies into rivers. Let their names be forgotten.
May no one grieve for their children. Let their loss trumpet silent.
I will speak. Let me make a promise to my kin.
The torn body of a man is not a tragedy.
Pain is their truth and it will define their death.
A fear that’s richer than cream. Hunt those who run.
Hurdling into clay hands. (I am the weapon.)
Prayers broken at the wrists.
To provide me a life I can feed on.
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015