Sliding down the wall was the mother of our nation
Selling all our secrets to the highest bid
We all know exactly what you did
Out of sink, slightly, dont you think?
Calling for the hard truth - implying your a liar
Fresh paint on the faces of the victims
Widow of the dead - teeth going gnash, gnash, gnash.
How many misbegotten sons did you sire?
Open air lock - acute asphyxyation
Overawed - undermanned - complete decimation
Seminal jerking of the quasi-invalids
Take advantage of every weak point known
Backing up the devils drive, still alive
Bare and gristle, bop and smoky jive
Mind the Queen, guard the charcoal hive
Death coil sings - A thousand deadly stings
A grizly number now that man is five
Backing slowly up the devils own drive
A race of numbbrained mindwrenched loonies
Decaying persistantly at the hands of you know who
Victims of this lurid passion play
You know it has to be this extreme way
Mute dishevelled witness, chaos in a silent grave
feet of black clay delussionment ensure control
Just like its been planned it all just goes so smooth.
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