A veces el viento remueve la arena
escarbando con las uñas nuevos surcos
en heridas sin cicatrizar:
angustia de cristales rotos.
Y mientras tanto,
el desierto espera
el inicio de tu soledad perpetua.
INERT (VIII)
Sometimes the wind stirs the sand
digging with its nails new tracks
in unhealed wounds:
anguish of broken glass.
And meanwhile,
the desert awaits
the beginning of your everlasting solitude.
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021