I walked into the middle
of a corn field on a farm.
My father was a hammer
and my mother was a song.
And when they got together
what it was like when I was young.
I walked into the middle
of a cornfield on a farm.
The birds in the black barn
bade me go.
From the dirt rose demons.
They told me what was to come.
They hissed alive a flower
paralyzed by too many suns
and I struck it with my hammer
and I sang it godly songs
but that flower turned to stone
in a cornfield on a farm.
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