the blackbirds lined up atop the fence, across the field/take comfort in the fact that they'll be the last thing that I see/and knowing that my path lay broken before me,I stumble on in search/afraid not of failure only of disappointment/like the storm beneath my fathers eyes/and my mother weeps along like the painting of a saint/and all I can do is sit alone and wait/move fast now, the hands of time are closing 'round your throat/hold strong now, defeat I may find but I must not let go/draw closer, the space between makes ghosts of you and me/I'm all alone now, oh Sarafina where can you be?/dark of hair and light of skin/my angel comes to me/in the night she makes me pure/and in her kiss I am forgiven
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022