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Thrum

by Fawn Limbs

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1.
Light aches through a black maw Holler in anguish Thrusting a knife forged from pitch Heartfelt lunge, stab and curse A bruising bite results in rent skin Lunge, stab and curse Trek through a black maw Explore a vacant aisle Vigour and cognition subjugated Paralyzing limbs Everything is turning into a labyrinthine mess Reverting to a slow mull Comfortless rogation False perception of finding ease in your evaporating warmth The colourless walls of flesh or arbitrary coils of veins serve no guard Expedition, circulation Revolving in circles Everything is now a fucking mess Desolate disposable husk Trespassing a vestal body Clenching the pure soul by its throat Thrusting a knife forged from pitch Trek through a black maw Light aches "I could barely stand up I'd like to say that I pulled myself together, but I didn't, I couldn't I took my bag, took whatever supplies I found lying around him, and dragged myself onwards, It was only later on that I realized how I cherished this moment, since it was the most insignificant of the horrors I encountered on the coming suns, And to think that of all the days I spent there This took place during the second All I could hear was my own pulse And the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"
2.
Desperate flock pining back to their precious homes All of which were burnt down years ago With their belongings, their children and their wives Lower to feed on the skin of the acolyte It's already tattered, just tear off a bite With murder as a second nature this should not be a challenge But more of a delight - Sever the head with smirk and with might This is a mere hue on the palette of smiles on your rescuer Awarded and venerated for his contribution and sacrifice Stretch the pelt over the boughs Soaked in blood and bits that are no longer warm Unrecognizable figure glancing back from the puddle Infused with aberrations, this is who you are Anomalies in the breathing sequence Phasing in and out of consciousness Dualistic excuse of a human being Infused with aberrations "I came across another knave, sobbing and croaking He had fallen off of his horse, only to be crushed by it a second later On his way down through an unfortunately located heap of brushwood, his right ear got torn off almost completely and he bit off half of his tongue I tried to speak to him, ask him if he had any rope in his saddlebag, or even water for that matter What I could tell from the indistinct moaning, was that he couldn't feel his legs, the rest stayed unanswered His lower body was completely engulfed by the carcass of his deceased companion I knew it was useless to even try to help him, so I just sat there and stared him He blatted and made noise for awhile, then quieted down, now just panting, gasping I took my bag, lifted it over his face, and pressed it down as hard as I possibly could My fingers were spasming, I bawled He didn't resist at all, and I'm glad he didn't"
3.
A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire A quiet mongrel caught in a forest fire Dripping thick muddy fluids Oozing from it's belly Bloodless fractures In from the stomach, glide right through Rapid stream on a paved downhill Gyrating lifeless, nearing the thrum Throbbing lungs, pant and gasp A quiet mongrel Oozing from it's belly In from the stomach, out through the backbone Tufts of fur on the tips of the branches Composing a colossal arch The waters here are acrid The food here is rotten A pile of carrion "And that's when I knew I had to leave I dragged myself forwards, My body bruised, my palms and soles covered in ulcers Blood and shit clinging to my skin like a reeking coating Light ached, I felt irrelevant Towing a bag which contents I'd rather not speak of Past the occasional piles of carrion, my thoughts drowned to the thrum of Darwin Falls in the distance"

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Thrum is our third ep and first thematic release where we delve deeper into the abrasive and dissonant worlds of noise and raw emotion rather than stick strictly to the grindcore/mathcore formula established on our previous releases.

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released December 21, 2018

Eeli Helin - Vocals, Guitars, Bass & Noise
Lee Fisher - Drums & Spoken Word

Mixed and mastered by Miiro Varjus at Wavescape Productions

Released on Drylands

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Geometric Noise
Mathematical Chaos

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