Pale horse ride
By art falsified
Legs and body battered
Cubistic shattered
Turn your head
Or your tail instead
You are forced and centered
Death has entered
The bull to the left
Deformed up to the horn
Questioning if hope was born
His look confused
Still guards the sacred child
In death there will be mercy mild
With broken arms
Exhausted charms
Corpse covered floor
And through the door
Light is sent
Towards the end
The burning roofs
They mourn for
Guernica(4x)
The colours left
All grey
Condor not shown
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego