The morning rays
no longer give me your warmth
We beckoned for your embrace
but our mourning has not reached you
Oh Seraph, won’t you cleanse me
by those purifying flames
I once called retribution
I cannot understand
the runes carried by your servant
A beacon upon a cowering child
Your imprinted message of indifference,
mourning under God's red sky,
decaying under His watch
My pitiful calls end with lament for you
If only
If only your touch reached me
The stinging rain
quietly falls over lifeless ground,
washing away my regrets
The sun set for you
but time still dies here
I call for your embrace;
your return to your original form.
Black is beautiful. Inside outside. This band is superb. As a huge Sabbath fan I love the low tuned riffs, as well as the hardcore speed moments, short as they are: but it's exactly that which keeps it so damn interesting. Also love the interplays full of sweetness or speeches about black culture and being black within white domination. Still some things to learn. This is the real life in music form. Let's celebrate. Hesperus
Wonderful dramatic opening, the voice of a black woman in all her honesty, vulnerability and openess. And then one of the fiercest tracks of Zulu, total hardcore: 'Now they are through with me', full of twists and turns, and suddenly ending in a kind of soul-track, brilliant! This is 21st century music at it's best. The end lecture is dramatic and disturbing, spoken again by a black woman. Makes you think. Hesperus
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023