This eve the final march counts the hours down
A time for provisions and the coddled young
Your face betrays a panic for the battlefield
Our pulse proclaims a perjury of confidence
Ahead and the heathen heart, a beating drum, a horror indelible
Ahead and the heathen heart, a bleeding sieve, a symbiote insatiable
This eve the strong lads stock the armament
A time for quick fuse, blades, accelerant
This blind machination is breaking down
Our beasts strain ‘neath the weight of this scimitar
Ahead and the heathen heart, a beating drum, a horror insatiable
Ahead and the heathen heart, a bleeding sieve, a symbiote insatiable
Ahead and the heathen heart, a beating drum, a horror indelible
None at the reigns, but the pawns keep coming
Gored on the tusks, under foot, at the wall
Dogs in the sietch, as the ranks keep falling
No one abroad to sound the alarm
Still we fight
Tooth and nail
Spear and sword
Stone and skull
Chasing down
A beautiful death
As the demons gloat
And the night prevails
This heathen heart of ours, drunk on a shade grafted to our souls
Fading, reaching, down
On their incredible new album, Swiss group Abraham deliver a relentless assault of punishing noise rock, eight tracks of primal fury. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2022