Parched and weary, we below-born toil away for yet another sun, hauling ore out of the barren earth, hands worn and mangled, lips cracked from the blistering heat, while the above-born luxuriate in the capital, trains moving them to and from their mansions in the sky.
We down here, working the mines, know only the foreman’s lash and too little pay for our backbreaking work, yet, we watch the carts we fill ascend to their aureate heavens, upon magnetized tracks we’re whipped for looking upon too curiously, delivering the fruits of our labor, the precious metals that keep their gears turning, ever cursed with knowing that we could feed ourselves for a year if we could sell what they burn in a day.
While I lie awake each night in the barracks, sweating, the hum of their flying city ringing in my ears, or when I drag my feet through the sand in the line to the pits each dawn, I’m torn between a resignation to my lot and a thirst for vengeance. A fever of hatred, burning and unbreaking, consuming me from the inside, even as my fingers tremble and my knees buckle.
I’m forced to wonder: whose blood could cleanse this affliction?
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Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance
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It's hard to describe this one. It's brutal, it's crazy, it's kicking ass! Some weird and insane shit. It's like a punch in the face…with a Knuckelduster…by your mom…on Christmas. Sælzer Bub