Only free men have the will to bear the heat of the raw Sun.
lyrics
The world goes black beaneath a looming shape,
of things yet to come. Of men become slaves.
Run! run! Run and hide!
The tide will wash those who wait!
Fight! Fight! Fight to survive!
In the darkness become light.
They beg weak saviors to become undone.
Only free men live beaneath ...
a burning sun!
No. noone can see the end of this fantasy.
When flesh becomes stone, and our gods become known.
Live in terror wretches former men.
The master comes now to hold your hand and lead you down.
Blind leading the blind
leaving the rest behind.
Praying for flame to take away the pain.
But no one can know, which way the wind will blow.
And what will deform in that firestorm.
They beg weak saviors to become undone.
Only free men live beaneath a burning sun!
a burning sun!
a burning sun!
a burning sun!
Only free men live beaneath a burning sun!
Only free men live beaneath a burning sun!
Dark but designed to move you, this Dallas group uses menacing synths and popping live drum to make heavily rhythmic post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 13, 2019