We can see that glimpse of lurking death
form the corner of our eyes
it´s so obscure, it´s all that´s pure
it turns our mind into a sensational high
We hear the call of graves and decay
Once midnight strikes we will be on our way
into that void without a sense of fear
the blackest thrill of everything real
When darkness
comes to call !
When darkness
takes us all !
Such insanity beyond the wildest belief
the brightest light in our darkest of dreams
that raging fire which never stops to flame
the winning price of the losing game
we all are cursed - by mercy, by curse
we all are left with insatiable thirst
we can not quench, we can not cease
we all are begging on the bones of our knees
The best release from Swordwielder so far. I really enjoy the unusual twists and lyrical connotations. No "Satan Buttsex Beer" but kinda philosophical-existentialism with the brute darkness of reality. A.W.
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022