Dripping Bats from Stoma by The Mountain King

Another stick in the beehive, honey
The keeper’s heart attack.
Pro contra invasion
The daggers are having our backs.

Your NBC suit could use a bigger belly
It’s been a few years.
The gas mask reeks of garlic.
Had a test run after lunch.

God the murderer is dead
Thoughts and prayers for his corpse,
While the earth is breathing
And bats are dripping from the walls.

By the time we rebrand life
as a pre-death condition,
Eternity seemed so pretty
From this point of suffering.

We’ve smashed our habits,
Graverobbed fear from the dhg.
Begging Blues for forgiveness
No.1 on the bucket list of Metal.

Is this normal life?
Give me pandemics back!
Refuse to exist
Crawl back into the womb.
Fuse to resist
the star of material land.

God the murderer is dead
And you feel sorry for his corpse,
While earth is breathing
Bats are dripping from the walls.

As we rebrand life
As a pre-death condition
Eternity seems so pretty
From this point of suffering.

Dripping bats - the antidote
To human as we know it.
Permafrost has thawn
The planet starts to yawn.

Dripping bats diabolicum
Turn humankind to shreds
Wildlife - the last straw of resistance

Cthulu in the city,
Wereworms in the tunnels,
Dripping bats in you.

• Experimental
• Metal
• doom metal
• drone
• electronic music
• post-rock
• Mainz