VITRIOL - Shame and its Afterbirth (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

VITRIOL - SHAME AND ITS AFTERBIRTH (OFFICIAL VIDEO) Taken from the album ‘Suffer & Become’ — Out JANUARY 26, 2024 via Century Media Buy Listen Add to Playlist: Grab Merch: Stay connected with VITRIOL: Facebook - Instagram - Shot Edited by Karl Whinnery (@hotkarlproductions) Kyle Rasmussen is playing a custom Ibanez XPT700XH equipped with an EMG 81X/SLV combo. Adam Roethlistberger is playing a Warwick Streamer Stage 1 equipped with an EMG PJX set. Get Kyle’s signature guitar pick, “Vitriol Black Dagger - Kyle Rasmussen Signature”: Song: Guitars Tracked by Stephan Hawkes Vocals Tracked by Nate Abner Drum tracking, mixing, and mastering by Dave Otero Lyrics: The primordial intuition shakes a fruit of perfection free; It hides deep in the withering field of modernity. Motes of the fire eternal from a fresh stomach glow - Eyes that have witnessed all now denied what they know. Blazing trumpets raze whispers from the air; Their burst bellies spilling secrets in the soil. A new perfume tosses the scent of the Earth - A mind, a body, caught within lines of safety drawn before their birth The howl of instinct haunts, But ghosts cast no shadows. The animal that stalks lives in your step, Born one thing and becoming another. Horns sit on the horizon Atop every unanswered question. On the shadow’s shoulder of every good, They tuck in corners for those who look close, beyond, and away. The demand a whole be broken - The wolf is denied your brotherhood, and its will is king. The howl of instinct haunts, But ghosts cast no shadows. The animal that stalks lives in your step, Born one thing and becoming another. The howl of instinct haunts in the depth of your regret. A precious darkness deepens. The beast chews at its trap, Born one thing and becoming another. The shape of one’s nature steals a kiss from a slumbering cheek; The child of its early morning song awaits her chase. She beckons with a form withheld. In the ripening silence of solitude, she speaks. The demand a whole be returned - The fires of self are never extinguished, only displaced. A soul is refocused in the serpent’s coil, Born one thing and becoming another.