A man of stature larger than my own,
Walks with pace, and walks with his chest,
He rips my tent and approaches my last born daughter,
He stares at me as he clubs her head,
He clubs her dead,
I cannot bring myself to defend,
Her mind and soul is spilling out of her head,
I tremble and close my eyes in vain,
I can still hear my clan being maimed and raped,
He maimes and rapes,
At last, he turns to me,
Blood dripping from his enormous belly,
Each stride shakes the ground,
His hair matted, human offal is his crown,
He came to smash, smash me to fuck,
He raises his arms, he swung down and struck,
Smash,
Smash,
Smash,
Smash,
My eyes peiced with fragments of my skull,
I can't think I can't see
Smash,
Smash,
Smash,
Smash,
The tent looks pretty,
I feel like feather,
Brute man give me to softness,
My lung heavy,
And taste of metal,
My daughter happy she smiling at me,
I no longer feel club,
I no longer hear grunts,
This wild 35-track all-metal benefit album features Mare Cognitum, Panopticon, and more reinventing songs by Tori Amos & others. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2020