Mangled corpses strewn about for all that live to see
mounds of putrid flesh fulfill my horrid ecstasy
ferment in a blistering heat the stench of curdled dead
boiling eyes no one survives, my happiness your dread
Hungry rabid wolf and you will all die by my hand
rip right through your lives all that you know barren wasteland
feel a pulsing surge of evil, see my deviltry
I will drag you to your tombs and revel in your screams.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024