Orthodox Caveman - Sunn O)))

Face down where the ancient soil meets the discarded flesh,

the great stench of all that is rotten, and forgotten, the

unburied clamber into what you were, feasting on the joy

that is stolen forever, alchemy of disgust and hatred, the

unceremonious, the smell of all final moments at once,

embedded in the great beasts flesh, the carrier of the

tormented, the final journey through the impossible, a

silence so vast, that deafens with its roaring certainty,

to the unnamed places, guarded by the ancient carrion and

their minions of vomit and pestilence