Neglecting realm the wet thorn sector, annoyed
Howling the fate that will never cared, for wallowed by bandage of panic
Were just a fool in the hands, diabolical vulture
Scratching the bonds of life, Wipe all your salty life
Wedged between the walls, Stand up at venomous hall
Dealing with hate every single fucking day
Forced to drink the stench of betrayal
Hunt down disdainfully stare, something out of your control
Emotional damage
Covering your face, you’re paralyzed
The pressure was fed, your skin was erase
The time is late, skin grown black
Left to die, no way back.
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024