I tread this desolate desert
Toward a barren horizon
Defeated by the heat
My legs give way
My spirit is looming
With one last desperate breath
I pray for a downpour
Pleading for the winds to roar
May lightning strike me back to life
This blistering air has melted me from the inside
I hear no bells
I see no light
Somehow I can now feel the ground cooling
My lips are kissed by resuscitating mist
I resist the acceptance of miraculous intervention
My perception must be a mere mirage
Because down falls sudden rain
I cant explain how coincidence could be so kind
I'd given up
I said my last goodbye
I realize you listened
And I'm forever grateful
For your saving grace
This gift of rain achieved faith in me
Somehow I can now feel the ground sinking
As a pool begins to rise into my face
I get it now
You only had my worst interest in mind
Your cruel lie
My alternate demise
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021