I’ll bite my tongue so that my thoughts can drown in blood – but I can’t deal with these fake words. I’ve got no chance to make amends; it never ends. Raise your hands – surrender that for which you stand. I had my chance, that time is gone and won’t come back. The truth is I’m not moving on and I’m still stuck inside my head.
I’ll bite my tongue and once again I’ll taste blood. I’ll raise my hands and promise this will be the last time. I’ll raise my voice with fury; I’ll raise my head, still furious.
Black is beautiful. Inside outside. This band is superb. As a huge Sabbath fan I love the low tuned riffs, as well as the hardcore speed moments, short as they are: but it's exactly that which keeps it so damn interesting. Also love the interplays full of sweetness or speeches about black culture and being black within white domination. Still some things to learn. This is the real life in music form. Let's celebrate. Hesperus