Frozen inside of a great conflagration
Condemned to watch and feel
While voices and murmurs of spectral vexation
linger, rise, return and revile.
Unrestrained and bolted
in a marvelous demonstration of
What she creates.
In my mind’s eye
I see her taken,
Now, as then.
Frozen like the others
her protector fails.
There is a place
Beyond walls, hills, and form,
Or perhaps within them
Where anything and everything is possible
and true.
Perhaps she is dreaming.
Perhaps she is there,
Running over meadows
With neck and ankles bare
Or chance her lifeless body
Is hollow, as her stare.
My eyes are ever streaming.
Perhaps I am dreaming.
Perhaps she is here.
In dreams
there is hope of restitution
dashed repeatedly
by the calling of the crow.
One abducted.
Three destroyed.
All four lost.
This morbid cycle, endless, structureless,
is not my Father's world.
Borrowing to different saturated metal sub-genres does not guarantee quality.
But when a band manages to leverage said sub-genres, the humble yet hilarious listener is turned to a silent witness of a thrilling work of art. unidual
Featuring founding vocalist Jesse Zaraska for the first time since 2004, the Milwaukee veterans' seventh album is a metalcore monster. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 12, 2020