The market turns
And the sun sets
The shadows move in
On secluded cascadian settlements
The crawling of moss and rust
The caved mines are boarded up
And what remains
A forgotten life turns to dust
The earth is alive
History is alive
The masters thrive
On the spirit of dead labor
A wind squeals through the old halls
Whispering of times had long ago
A chorus of the lumbermen
Carried mournfully on the wind
The old halls are barren now
Desecrate lumber town
Their sweat and blood forever cast in the forge
From which the masters gorge
The earth is alive
History is alive
The masters thrive
On the spirit of dead labor
Through the cracks in the edifice
In the shadows of the guiding torches
A spirit calls in the night
Will it subside or be realized?
The earth is alive
History is alive
The masters thrive
On the spirit of dead labor
Grind project Regional Justice Center follows an acclaimed debut with another furious blastbeat-driven missive against the US prison system. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021