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    Burn is loud, dark, and heavy. It shakes you to your core and lets fear creep inside, crawling along with emotional intensity and relentless bloodthirst. Ranging from quiet, fragile states to petrifying, yet strangely melodic, attacks of destructive metal, Titan have produced the equivalent of the entire world crashing down around you.

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from The Great Fear: Plays by Jose De Francisco
Spain 1296


Act One, Scene ii:

Claire: The head that will become a skull is already empty. That is the sight of the mind so crowded to forget us.

Michel: Has she not sent for the prophet; been wisened by the cleric drink'd from the oracle's cup?

Claire: More truly than you know, she has.
It's that corruption;
her knowledge of it, and mine, that put it so unrestrained.
What you see is a black painting of our creator;
twisted, and twisted again.
The flesh of her mind,
it heats and rots;
it twists and rots.

Michel: The blood on the door, then, is hers?
And what of ours, which we share alike?
Is ours spilled,
or is what spilled a portent for me, to be me?
Kill thy physician
and thy fee bestow
upon the foul disease;
the emetic sigh;
this deafening image...

Act Two, Scene iv:

Rosario: Saturn,
hands colder than time,
sinks his teeth into the flesh of his children.
A black painting of malevolence and conflict.
hands older than ice,
a mouth hot with the blood of his own -
cast the flesh off,
like the scraps of a feast

Act Three, Scene iv:
Claire: "Orestes, here art thee?"

Michel: I'm in hell, I'm there still.
Will Apollo please, reach his hand to me?
Our hearts would swell,
would rupture;
should kill.

Rosario: Those I shall bear
will live forever in the shadow of my death;
on this side of the door.
Those I shall bear;
the sweet skin on their bones,
the stain on my teeth.
I am hungry, I grow hungry.

Claire: I came to you for the sore wealth of closure and we leave in that same debt betwixt.
We stand;
the missing hope of Holofernes,
on this side of the door.
And I can hear:
"I am hungry, I grow hungry"

Michel: I struggle to breath,
a half-submerged dog,
a canceled-fate,
a nothing-left.
This is the price of my throat;
I scream to the sun as a lion.


from BURN, released June 29, 2012


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