desert of palaces
lawn of graves
built upon the trash and shit
pulling the knife from a man's back
spitting in his widows face
kicking his children away from the body
As he bleeds out
climb into his eye sockets
inherit his fortune
bathe in his wealth
adorned in cloaks
dyed with human blood
no man dares to climb this throne
this mountain of grief
this tomb of disgust
i am the burdened howl of morning
vomiting brine in the face of god
try me, educate me
serenade me
with your pitiful whimpers
clawing at my empire
like waves on a bluff
i won't stand forever
but neither will you
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