The Skies Do Give Succor

by Arkhum

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The first song from Arkhum's upcoming and currently untitled third album.

"An aura of gloom and doom shrouds 'The Skies [Do Give Succor]', its grim, dissonant guitar melody writhing around the somersaulting bass notes and the potent drum beats, which move from tribal pounding to bursts of machine-gun blasting. Kenneth Parker’s scathing shrieks tear like claws against skin, relenting long enough for the song to slow and drift into a bass-led interlude whose somber tones are accented with the clash of a cymbal and Stephen Parker’s delicate guitar work."

Islander, No Clean Singing

Read the full NCS writeup here: www.nocleansinging.com/2015/06/01/an-ncs-premiere-arkhum-the-skies-do-give-succor/

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released June 15, 2015

Kenneth Parker: Vocals
Stephen Parker: Guitars, Vocals, Programming
Kyle Jendrisak: Guitars, Programming
Nathanael Kelley: Bass, Programming

Music by Kelley / S. Parker / Jendrisak
Lyrics by K. Parker

Engineered/mixed/mastered by S. Parker in The Wilderness
Eugene, Oregon

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Glossolalia Records Eugene, Oregon

A platform of sonic indecency and fringe expressions situated in the Emerald Valley, Glossolalia Records aims to confound, pummel, and perplex. Est. 2011, slated for retirement 1 Jan 2018.

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Track Name: The Skies Do Give Succor
The dark engorged
On mordant white blood
Fulminous heart in the breach
Who among us
Would not weep?
Etched upon the sable hearth
And shadowless light

Empty of essence
My mind flees from my hand
The lewd shapes skirl
Through sight and nonsight

When my wounds sing
I am silent as the night's hold

The manifold agonies
Of history's beasts rise
In feverish, pitiful chorus
The dead suddenly thronged
The dead suddenly flesh
Tear out the dragon's throat

Interloper
Treader of edges
That are not edges
Limits in dreaded rasps

Interloper
Treader of edges
That are not edges
Limits in dreaded rasps

Those spurious gods
Lost in the ecstasy of blood rites
Their brows scorched and worn thin

When my wounds sing
I am silent as the night's hold