“Bring me their eyes” cried the mole
Wringing four scheming thumbs
Pondering on deceit
Feasting on insolent tongues
From a platter of bone
Stained as pink as a rose
In a figurine throng
Charcoal grey, phthalo green
Count the dead on an abacus
Heads for the beads
Casting corrugate coffins
In crepe paper tombs it goes
Body, ash, lime, rosary, repeat
Behold the whore of the mountain
Chained in the brothel of time
Cursing his avarice
Tributes of silver and lightning
Sulfur and abhorrent cries
Poison the affluence
“Bury their limbs” cried the mole
Under four distant hills
In the bowels of the beast
Braced with their insolent bones
Insurrection expunged
No adherents to goad
Signing propagand(a) pardons
With cyanide quills
His fish speaker sentinels
Pale in the gills
Freeing atrophied thieves
Of their contraband hands
But the wolves at the altar
See right through the moniker
Behold the whore of the mountain
Chained in the brothel of time
Cursing his avarice/the opulence
Tributes of silver and lightning
Sulfur and abhorrent cries
Poison the (affluence/affluent spies, all fawning)
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