From the annals
of ancient time,
this story has been sung,
It is said here again,
may it not be forgotten.
This is about
the strength of a God.
who was Son like Father,
who became androgynous,
a cloaked Angel,
without feathers.
Forever,
bards will sing,
a sad song for the
Lord of the Eternal Night.
By its word might,
may arrogant men,
become humbled,
for them, here too,
is the strength
of a goddess’s tongue.
Listen.....
young ears to this lore,
and maybe, just maybe,
there will be
fewer victims of war.
If the moral remains,
it will free my chains
from gravity,
before mankind’s
last thought,
is removed from vision.
This oratory reveals
a mysterious mindset.
A legend,
that remains in symbols.
A role,
that will shift personalities,
in order to explain
my cursed duty.
In the eye
of whoever
awaits death in fear,
I am the Grim Reaper.
But that’s a phoney identity,
from lack of comprehension
I am Not!
a Spectre of Gore...
Yet, I am wrapped in myth,
I hang as no constellation.
I remain on earth,
with a sympathetic reason,
I wander.
The stage direction,
in this working,
is earth and Saturn,
influencing
psychological behaviour.
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2017