The Arc from Teeth EP by The Amenta

In jest:
The cyanidal cup.
The beam slung slack:
Our hempen halo.
Bravado blushed breaker
Blooms over His Terria.
Cruxed branch unblissed,
Quaked Earth ingest.

Our will be crushed.

Scissor-tongued garden snakes
In raven's robes refrocked.
Doll-eyed signs, bisected sibilance
Their throat-hung icon.

Wrist marked commerce.
Crowds in goatish rut.
Age pocked fist in take.
Scissors stung the guarding snakes.
No ledge is clear
Over arterial traffic.
A subtle heart drum.
My wren-boned child.

Our will be crushed.

Arched back,
In protected arms.
Finger, rapt, round
Paternal trigger.
Remorse code taps
At a sole window.
And over the strip
Tracers arced back.
Gravely flung gravel
Is a brow's own gravity.

Face flushed and flag-red
In charge of the Papal Bulls
No angels sing Fallujah.
Suited, looted and jackbooted
For it's a waterless wave
That flings gravel on the grave.

• Black Metal
• Death Metal
• Experimental Metal
• Industrial Metal
• Metal
• avantgarde metal
• Sydney