Hive Lungs Lyrics
| Band | |
|---|---|
| Album | To Bathe from the Throat of Cowardice(2019) |
| Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
| Genres | Black Metal, Death Metal |
| Labels | Century Media Records |
Album rating : 90 / 100
Votes : 1
Votes : 1
9. Hive Lungs (3:58)
Ribs plucked from a cage
like fingers from jointless seams,
and a stripped palm blossoms.
White marrowed iron,
a field pronged belly with stakes of bone,
find a frozen wind and pregnant breath there,
in hive lungs.
Nests, swollen of shattered wasps,
they're fencing back broken glass,
I can hear their fire-
It is perfect.
May I open your gates?
So that I might fashion rungs from your breast
and climb fractured steps
to the beating life in your chest,
to tear it from those hands of a broken mother,
and spit in her face as she seeks comfort,
for I have taken her son.
These wounds,
mended by our death...
It is something I pray for.
like fingers from jointless seams,
and a stripped palm blossoms.
White marrowed iron,
a field pronged belly with stakes of bone,
find a frozen wind and pregnant breath there,
in hive lungs.
Nests, swollen of shattered wasps,
they're fencing back broken glass,
I can hear their fire-
It is perfect.
May I open your gates?
So that I might fashion rungs from your breast
and climb fractured steps
to the beating life in your chest,
to tear it from those hands of a broken mother,
and spit in her face as she seeks comfort,
for I have taken her son.
These wounds,
mended by our death...
It is something I pray for.
To Bathe from the Throat of Cowardice - Lyrics
To Bathe from the Throat of Cowardice - Album Credits
Members
- Adam Roethlisberger : Vocals, Bass
- Kyle Rasmussen : Vocals, Guitars
- Mike Ashton : Guitars
- Scott Walker : Drums
Other staff
- Joe Petagno : Artwork
