Die US Death Metaller VITRIOL bringen am 26. Januar 2024 ihren Zweitling “Suffer & Become“ heraus und streamen die nächste Vorabauskopplung `Shame and its Afterbirth` als Playthroughvideo. Zuvor hatten VITRIOL bereits die Songs `Weaponized Loss´ und `The Flowers Of Sadism` veröffentlicht.
VITRIOL Gitarrist und Sänger Kyle Rasmussen schreibt über die neue Single:
„‚Shame‘ begins the story of ‚Suffer & Become‘ with a celebration of our nature. It speaks to how modernity estranges one from the voiceless voice within them, and on the consequences of ignoring the call of their instincts. It also happens to be my favorite song (musically) that I’ve ever written. I set out to carve deep valleys and build tall mountains when writing this album, and I believe this song to be the best example of that achievement.“
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Lyrics:
The primordial intuition shakes a fruit of perfection free;
It hides deep in the withering field of modernity.
Motes of the fire eternal from a fresh stomach glow –
Eyes that have witnessed all now denied what they know.
Blazing trumpets raze whispers from the air;
Their burst bellies spilling secrets in the soil.
A new perfume tosses the scent of the Earth –
A mind, a body, caught within lines of safety drawn before their birth
The howl of instinct haunts,
But ghosts cast no shadows.
The animal that stalks lives in your step,
Born one thing and becoming another.
Horns sit on the horizon
Atop every unanswered question.
On the shadow’s shoulder of every good,
They tuck in corners for those who look close, beyond, and away.
The demand a whole be broken –
The wolf is denied your brotherhood, and its will is king.
The howl of instinct haunts,
But ghosts cast no shadows.
The animal that stalks lives in your step,
Born one thing and becoming another.
The howl of instinct haunts
in the depth of your regret.
A precious darkness deepens.
The beast chews at its trap,
Born one thing and becoming another.
The shape of one’s nature steals a kiss from a slumbering cheek;
The child of its early morning song awaits her chase.
She beckons with a form withheld.
In the ripening silence of solitude, she speaks.
The demand a whole be returned –
The fires of self are never extinguished, only displaced.
A soul is refocused in the serpent’s coil,
Born one thing and becoming another.
Photo Credit: Peter Beste