I saw a malaise upon the people of the emerald star
they just don't cry anymore
all wicked informed smiles anymore
no green or grain upon their fields
just linen twelve miles wide anymore
a grave matter of sink or swim
they are plotting a war I don't think we can win
like rats behind these walls
all hording above and around and again
all hording beneath and beyond and again
the salmonflies dying to know
Iron oxide sod upon this altar
the windows crossed a storm to come
a pint of lambs blood to paint this door
with wrought iron dogs & denim gowns
they will bury our cities and swallow this town/they are plowing the rapture along
slight of hand
round up the fathers
tearing child from house & home
as this renegade revival
beats like Satan's metronome
shame and shadow in the mirrors
sound from faces not our own
wheels & rust & water towers
blight & blotted sun
hogs
hallowed ground
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