She holds me, tightly,
postmortem and cunning
ripped, ravished, and raped
there will blood here this morning
A cadavers spasm left
lascivious carnage
(I can smell her cunt)
Pounding deep inside her, something cold has touched her sine
(her blood is still warm)
Puss seeps, oozing out exposed teeth
(taste her infection)
A rigor-mortis fucking smile!
Dialated eyes, inflammed lips
open sores, between her breasts
Disembodies figures were first strangled
The dark silence of suffering angels!
Caress the cold breast
together we eat their flesh
wings have been clipped
In the dark silence
Semen left their faces dried
Semen plaster angelic eyes.
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