Oh, I know that summer makes its last, desperate stand,
When the thunder of distant storms roars across the land.
Warrior giants - one or fire and one of fire and one of ice -
Have built their battle-home in the thunderheads.
Where he of fire does warmth and life entice,
He of ice hails coldness and death instead.
And though my heart hopes for the warm-warrior's triumph,
The sun's southfall tells me of whom this battle belongs.
Though the sun favors him not,
Summer's warrior fights courageously.
The once distant thunder - now overhead -
And frozen winds now descending
Tell me the fire warrior has fallen
And death is rising to make the land pure.
"Curse These Metal Hands" parlays the UK bands' chemistry into a record which—for all its tinnitus-inducing ferocity and elegiac arrangements—practically drips with transcendent joy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 19, 2019