If I have nothing left then it is only because the witch took everything away when her teeth dug through the skin on my back and through the bone of my spine. She tasted marrow and the froth that was hanging from her lips dropped onto me and I could hear it burning through, like chemicals into dirt. I screamed for one week and went somewhere familiar, but no one knew who I was anymore, they all passed by the filthy, broken man who was curled up into the ground calling their names.
Now into the backwoods, where the trees grow closer and the sky is shut by branches. I took bites of the earth and ate loam until there was a grave before me. I tried to write down the words that I had come to me one time in that dream, but I can’t remember them anymore. I am laying down for the last time and recalling every second spent with people who I hate. The clouds have gotten denser overhead and the sky is shutting down. The promises of the earth are collapsing on their own weight and falling over top of me. I can feel myself looking for your face in the bramble outside this tomb. For stars in the daytime sky. The sparrows sang protests upon your arrival and then went silent. By then I could not move.
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This sounds exactly how I want black metal to sound. I have spent a long time searching for it but this is precisely what I was looking for. homocarbonis
supported by 6 fans who also own “When the Earth Swallows the Blood of Young Men”
This is my favorite release by a criminally underrated American black metal project. The astonishing musicianship (this was a one-person band), the way the dense howl of vocals and strings contrast with the spacey 80s Joe Hisaishi keys, the unusual and endlessly creative ways the drum machine is utilized - there's still nothing quite like Petrychor, even now. I've listened to 'Planets Born of Human Ash' a hundred times and the percussion still blows my mind.
Cheers, and thanks for the music. Vintage Devilry
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020