A paralysis serpentine
poach the soul of mountain blood
a time-made gravity crushes ancient tomes,
a new born sun crushed by cold.
The hemlock slaked suicide lips vomit fire in lock and step.
The birth and death, repetitive, of the mountain son, carved from stone.
Paralysis serpentine, poach the soul of mountain blood.
Hemlock slacked suicides, vomit fire for mountain blood.
Birth and death repetitive for the one carved from stone.
They steal the blood.
Harrowing breakdowns and unforgiving instrumentation maintain a palpable undercurrent of suspense across the Denver doom band's third LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 19, 2020
Five veterans bashing out their own new version of post-hardcore; world-weary perspective, fresh, urgent, crackling with feeling. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 13, 2017