Vulcan hammer
The wheel is always turning
Lets jam our arms into the spokes.
Then raise our necks, for earning
The hellish salt below fitted yokes.
Our odds were never worse
But dressed in best, we hunted purses
I am that Vulcan hammer
That stood matchless and crushed the rest.
Do you think your entitled
To half the weight I hold.
I am here
I have landed
Its been leveled now
I’ve contended.
The face is always spinning
On the body of a berserk selector
And we will just let it in
To its final cage to meet the master.
I am that Vulcan hammer
The one used like a fleshy anvil
And now that I am stronger.
Ive set terror on my whip cracker.
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016