Born free, shackled in every way. Heated manacles clapped on withering wrists. Hooded and fettered, reviled and loathed. Led to the scaffold (Last of my hope) by the passing of days. (fails and decays.) Guillotine hovering longingly over my head. I live ever in the shadow of Death. His hands around my throat. His grip is dragging me home. One way out.
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