Ice cold winds strike through to the bone
As I trudge through knee deep snow
I know not where I tread
Lost in this labyrinth of snow covered trees
Will I leave these woods alive?
Or will I rest face down in ice?
My skin begins to freeze
I've lost all feeling from my toes to my knees
My body grows useless
Muscles ignore my mind's commands
How much of this misery must I endure?
When do I accept this fate?
So cold, a cold northern forest winter!
Finally, my legs give out from beneath me.
I collapse face down into the snow
This snow where I make my grave.
I close my eyes and rest
No longer feeling any pain
Consciousness fades
I almost feel... warm... warm...
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023