Arson Cafe: Heresiarch

Sunday, April 14, 2024

Heresiarch - Edifice

Black / Death Metal, New Zealand

Spring 2024, Iron Bonehead Productions

I am the lightning that illuminates
A scorched path carved by power

I cast into judgement all theory
Severed, the umbilical cord of dependency

I am the tightening noose
That strangles man stretched above the abyss

1 comment:

ThreeEyesApril 15, 2024 at 8:50 AM
Some of the best lyrics of the year
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Reckoning

From all the hills came screams. A piece of sky beside the crescent sun was detaching. It was a loosened circle of evening sky, suddenly lighted from the back. It was an abrupt black body out of nowhere; it was a flat disk; it was almost over the sun. That is when there were screams. At once this disk of sky slid over the sun like a lid. The sky snapped over the sun like a lens cover. The hatch in the brain slammed. Abruptly it was dark night, on the land and in the sky. In the night sky was a tiny ring of light. The hole where the sun belongs is very small. A thin ring of light marked its place. There was no sound. The eyes dried, the arteries drained, the lungs hushed. There was no world. We were the world’s dead people rotating and orbiting around and around, embedded in the planet’s crust, while the earth rolled down. Our minds were light-years distant, forgetful of almost everything.