Here was once a peasant woman who went wandering through the ruins. Past crumbling statues and crooked spires erected before the dawn of man. Unholy carvings choked with moss. Inhuman tombs obscured by earth. Lilies fetched from tainted ground when the fireflies came out. By the time she reached her home, she was sick with child, with belly swollen. The child was born within a day and with his birth followed a plague. Hers was the first life that he took. The elders drowned him in the brook, but demon lungs choked water up and during that spring it learned to walk. Cattle died and rivers dried where he trekked. His footsteps were a trail of death. From rolling hills to mountain pass. From forest deep to cavern dark. From flowered fields to belching marsh. He slept in farmers barns that burned when lanterns simply overturned. He worked for copper where he could and then he'd leave the following morn. He made gold in a mining town. He learned to love but not for long. He dreamt of demons when he slept. By summer he learned to loathe himself.
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Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2023