With burning flags, With blood stained spears
In one’s behalf, They print in fear.
For God above, Or evil Lair
Their will do die, Fucking unheard.
A crave, For the Flesh that await
With broken promise, Pounding hard.
Their souls, In two pieces explode
From their chest, Killing dreams that stand up high.
A crave for Feasting, The eternal glory
Marching forever, Their corpses crawling.
The fault’s both ways, The untamed Beast
All rules have been laid, The dead don’t speak.
They keep on falling, Our side will choke
We'll all be stalling, No words have spoke.
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022