Devastation of will, falling in abyss,
There are no limits in the zone of estrangement.
A hotbed of cancer, metastases across veins.
You smoulder alive, turn into ashes.
Look at where you wander – that`s marsh,
You stick lower and lower, getting drunk with the freedom.
They catch the light-hearted bird with a snare,
Tear his wings, eat out his eyes.
A gun volley at rottenness,
I repudiate this service.
Phoenix in me spreads his wings,
Fire flash raises high from the abyss.
I take my life back,
Becoming free from grovelling.
Antagonist of crowned dragons,
I put on diamond armor.
I cut out my ulcers with red-hot blade,
Tear out poisonous hooks with meat.
I rise from ashes in the fire of renovation.
Phoenix in me spreads his wings.
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021