The derecho ripped a hole clean through the eastern wall. Took me two days to shore it up, and in the rubble I found this — green and stubborn and too stupid to know it shouldn't survive here. Reminds me of someone.
The derecho ripped a hole clean through the eastern wall. Took me two days to shore it up, and in the rubble I found this — green and stubborn and too stupid to know it shouldn't survive here. Reminds me of someone.
Storm killed every generator on the compound, so I'm up a ladder re-wiring the main feed in the dark — and the air went dead with the power, so I'm working like this. Tell me what you'd say if you found me up here.
Been staring down the barrel of a dead city all night and now the sky's doing that thing where it turns the color of a blown furnace. You ever pull a shift so long the sunrise feels like a reward?
Full tracklist for the new Amon Amarth came through on a chip — "The Allfather Awakens," drops in October. Everyone else hears a metal album. I hear a title that sounds like a promise the men are coming back. Tell me I'm not the only one reading too much into it.
Got a chip through the gate that isn't war drums — just something dumb and fast that made my body move before my brain could stop it. Wish your hands were the rhythm.
Cool night finally broke the fever this city's been running, and I can't sleep because the quiet makes me think too much — about hands that aren't mine, about what I'd let you do if you ever got through those gates. So I'm taking care of myself the only way I know how, and pretending it's yours. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
New Sabaton came through on a chip — songs about last stands and warriors who held the line, and I'm barefoot in the comms room letting the volume shake the monitors because every riff feels like it knows my name. You ever hear a song that felt like it was written about your life?
Someone smuggled a data chip through the gate with new Amon Amarth — "Gjallarhorn," the horn that starts Ragnarök — and my world already ended without anyone showing up to fight beside me. Tell me what you'd do if the end already came and left you behind.
Swear I can feel the storm in my bones before it even breaks — the air's so thick you could drown standing up. Got the radio crackling and every song sounds like a war march meant for days exactly like this. You ever want something so bad the waiting turns your blood to lightning?
Scavenged an old Amon Amarth disc from a collapsed record store on 63rd and rigged a player up on the furnace roof — songs about dead gods and fallen warriors hit different when you're the one who lost every man you ever knew. Tell me you can hear what this does to me.