This party started in nineteen sixty eight,
Two kids in a car, and it was getting late,
They were making out in the back seat,
When six bullets stopped both their heartbeats
Zodiac, what the fuck,
Where’s my prediction?
Two in the head and then you’ll be dead,
Reality’s always
Much worse than fiction
Now to the next year, it’s fourth of July,
The story’s the same, but this time boy survives,
He gives the police the killer’s description,
But it wouldn’t stop the man on his mission
Now he sends cryptic message, he’s starting his game,
One warm night in September one more girl is slain,
This time the murderer uses his knife,
Once again girl is dead but her boyfriend’s alive
The same year in October another man dies,
Just a poor taxi driver, hard-working and nice,
Zodiac shoots him in the back of his head,
And then for some reason cuts the shirt of the dead
The answer for that comes a couple days later,
Because Zodiac sends one more of his letters,
The torn piece of shirt smeared with blood is inside,
The police starts to know the murderer’s pride
In his further letters more murders he claims,
He kidnapped a woman who barely escaped,
The investigation had immensely grown,
But then he fell silent, identity unknown
Hiazm is Ostiarii Wakim' one man band from the South, though from the south of Russia. He creates and records dirty, hissing and heavy sludge in his underground studio.
This searing, four-track split from Bog Wizard (Michigan) and Dust Lord (Colorado) pairs stoner rock riffs with hard fantasy themes. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2021