Black, strip white
Steal the garments from my bride.
Pride, fail joil.
Oh, my sympathy.
The bell chimes and Jack ain't home!
Oh, my sympathy.
We climb ladders to fall down, we climb and fall and break our backs.
Just sit tight at the back of your mind, watch the curtains fly back and forth.
I won't be home tonight, won't be home in a while.
He takes place at the throne of my conscience, takes place.
Jack, the father of thieves.
Jack, the father of sleaze.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023