All I have to offer up is coal, set in my crown
Dirty and jagged though it be, it's all I have to give
Do with this gift what you will
This is the best of me I'm free to offer
Can you see beyond the tarnished silver?
As it mottles the crown I've made for myself
With what meager means I could
Dirt got in the metal as I forged it
I gave my life to the earths bones
Digging through the marrow
Sifting through waters
I wear my crown of coal
I wear my crown
I was a hard worker
Holy man, may I be proud now?
Have I done well?
Wounded and waiting
Death stands at the doorway
His hand outstretched
Cold grin full of teeth
He's waiting for me
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020