They’re ready to collide
breathing fire and gasoline
They are the lost souls of the anthroscene
They’ve been hidden away
rehearsing their hate
they’ve been breathing / becoming
dread and rage
always waiving the flag
a new patriot
so full of hate
he’s made a life of it
he says fuck the earth
i only love my country
you’re precious until birth
and your look threatens me
he says you’re precious until birth
and your life ain’t shit to me
Waves of fear and wickedness
is the virtue of their sickness
Waves of hate in rabid men
is the Virtue of the Vicious
too dim to respect or value
a black man’s life
too stupid to open
your fragile mind
just close your fists
and look for someone weaker to hit
and wave that flag
you’re just another fake patriot
we’re ready to collide
breathing fire and gasoline
we are the lost souls - of the anthroscene
we’ve been hidden away
rehearsing our hate
we’ve been breathing / becoming
dread and rage
Waves of fear and wickedness
is the virtue of their sickness
Waves of hate in rabid men
is the Virtue of the Vicious
It plunges me into an abyss of sound that's both harrowingly dark and profound, a sonic deepness that swallows light and breathes out an engulfing, cathartic darkness. lecassette8
Par rapport au monstrueux A Dawn to Fear, The Raging River est un album qui paraît presque raisonnable. Sauf qu’il est dans la continuité de Cult of Luna, c’est-à-dire pas raisonnable du tout. Comme bande-son de fin du monde, il se pose un peu là: à l’instar de son titre, il va balloter l’auditeur entre cailloux, troncs arrachés et débris divers. (Chroniqué sur https://alias.erdorin.org) Stéphane Gallay