Skeletal boughs grasp at frozen breaths. Beneath the earth we used to roam, dirt and pine become my home. Between the trees we used to know, death is gnawing on my bones. I’ve made a coffin of the snow. I decay, seep into the roots, cold weight of the forest bearing down on me. Sickle moon, life relinquished, death embraced.
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023