Morrow [UK] - Beyond The Cleaved Land

The pitted light grazes Drawings eyes to briefest glimpses Beyond the sparse and umber land Spinous peaks and torn towers not encumbered by firs utterance the vertebrae rise in vivid order of the world from long before a land that's wears its thread-bear shawl when the skin is peeled and the muscle revealed veinous entanglement pulse with percussive rhythm We sway and teeter to its raw and febrile syncopation It's allure irresistible we are drawn up, the pipers tone and at once the land we have known seems so very distant here at the divined line where forest edge is well defined and beyond its steely realm a place unknown to all It holds a quality diminished life and violence memories that have survived in frightful clarity the stretching sky, languor shrouds pulled taught toward with vigorous breath the ruptured path; chisel hewn of swarming storms, exhume! the petulant gods, unbeholden to us lash and lambaste curdled clouds, clotted fat the jaundiced milk spills foul deific whims of a god who gloats diabolical rules that we suffer under the petulant gods, unbeholden to us lash and lambaste the petulant gods, unbeholden to us lash and lambaste held in its grasp, the consequence I can never run away from it my fellow Norr beseech me they pray that I not tread beyond but what does one gain from such fear that is inclined to halt And I am gone, into the breach under my feet, sheen of bone the stark sand blasted rubble a poverty of the living engulfed with tumultuous grit where no one could possibly dwell behemoth shoulders and the shadow they do bring draping the grey cold where the sun is at its peak my body strains to preserve what little I have left the presence of old machine precision cuts of industry and the sand once molten now static cusps of glass 
do you still smile for us old forgiving grin? whilst we wade amongst the remnants of our malady