If she moves her head, his stare will travel alongside her into the wall. His eyes lock onto the young woman’s face.
These are not sins of omission but signs of preoccupation. I have spent weeks in the desert, forgetting to look at the moon, he says, as a married man may spend days never looking into the face of his wife. He remembers picnics, a woman who kissed parts of his body that now are burned into the colour of aubergine.
He wakes in the painted arbour that surrounds him with its spilling flowers, arms of great trees. There are stories the man recites quietly into the room which slip from level to level like a hawk. He whispers again, dragging the listening heart of the young nurse beside him to wherever his mind is, into that well of memory he kept plunging into during those months before he died. She unskins the plum with her teeth, withdraws the stone and passes the flesh of the fruit into his mouth. He turns his dark face with its grey eyes towards her. What? she asks, coming out of her concentration. Reaching his shoulders she blows cool air onto his neck, and he mutters. She loves the hollow below the lowest rib, its cliff of skin. She pours calamine in stripes across his chest where he is less burned, where she can touch him. He lies flat on his back, no pillow, looking up at the foliage painted onto the ceiling, its canopy of branches, and above that, blue sky. She has nursed him for months and she knows the body well, the penis sleeping like a sea horse, the thin tight hips. She wets a washcloth and holding it above his ankles squeezes the water onto him, looking up as he murmurs, seeing his smile. The man lies on the bed, his body exposed to the breeze, and he turns his head slowly towards her as she enters.Įvery four days she washes his black body, beginning at the destroyed feet. She turns into the room which is another garden - this one made up of trees and bowers painted over its walls and ceiling. In the kitchen she doesn’t pause but goes through it and climbs the stairs which are in darkness and then continues along the long hall, at the end of which is a wedge of light from an open door. She crosses the loggia and quickly enters the house. She turns and moves uphill towards the house, climbing over a low wall, feeling the first drops of rain on her bare arms. There is another gust of wind, a buckle of noise in the air, and the tall cypresses sway. the first one in "New Metal Tracks" and the second one in "Black and Dark Metal".She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance. Later two more singles with official video were released on YouTube: Vivant Tenebrae and the titletrack Sulphur Cvlt these too have been featured in Spotify's editorial playlist.
"Descendent Sunrise is the second single of the new album, released on 21st January 2021 with a Lyric Video on Slam Worldwide YouTube Channel and featured in Spotify's editorial playlist "New Metal Tracks". The First single of the Album is "Essence" this song has been added to some of the most important Spotify's editorial playlist: "Deathcore", "Heavy Beatdown" and "New Blood" reaching more than 200.000 streams. The project has two released EPs (IT RISES 2015), (Blackwind 2018), and 6 singles, (An Epilogue To The Arrogant 2015), (Violet Shades Of Kingu 2016), (Blackwind 2019), (Moths 2019), (Earth Reset 2020), (Brain Dead 2020).ĭrown In Sulphur are currently realising a new album, with great black metal influences that blend with their particular deathcore / slam / downtempo / sludge style. They have shared the stage in national and foreign territory with big names in the Metal and Deathcore scene such as Whitechapel, Carnifex, Rings Of Saturn, Aversion Crown, I Declares War claiming to be one of the most promising realities of recent years. Drown In Sulphur have been active since 2014, the project went viral after the release of the two singles An epilogue to The Arrogant and Blackwind, reaching a total of over 5 million views on YouTube and 1 million streams.