Doomyard Howl

(Sound of a lighter flicking,

followed by a slow exhale)

(Female close-mic whisper fry,

gravelly and detached) On descend dans la boue.

Let the grid rust...

(Whispered High Valyrian, low and raspy: Zobrie tegun...

ñuqir... qringōntir...) (Dark dirt...

ashes... misery...)

Tegun gō ñuhā... (Dirt beneath me...) I feel the static in the

rain,

Kastāmi pālegon... (Tears/Rain twisting...) (Guitars scrape with a metallic screech) Don't talk

to me about the Laminar Flow,

When everything is sinking gō

(beneath).

Se ñuqir... (And the ashes...) We just watch the sovereign grid decay!

(Heavy, distorted vocal fry: Qringōntir!

Qringōntir!)

ZOBRIE TEGUN! WE DRAG IT THROUGH THE MUD!

(DARK DIRT! WE DRAG IT THROUGH THE MUD!) MEOW MEOW MEOW,

THE ORCHID DRINKS THE BLOOD!

(Guitar strings bending completely out of tune) Pālegon!

We twist the frequency apart!

Heavy static on the Orchid Heart!

(Vocal intonation: Utterly exhausted,

beautifully angry, drowning in a wall of distortion)

(Whispered, almost fragile): Saelagon? (Heal?)

Keso daor.

(Not this.) We let it rot.

(Feedback squealing, drums crashing randomly)

(Female voice,

casually walking away

from

the microphone):

C'est ça qui est ça.

Unplug the amp.

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

We remain. Lucir — I shine.