The pheromones fueling my unholy lust
An appetite for the deceased
Limbs lifeless and stiff in the mouth that I stuff
I glut on cold meat like a beast
Maniacal madman exhumer of graves
A lunatic shrieking with glee
Collection of heads on my wall of the dead
Your corpses will belong to me
I am the tormentor and you are my sheep
You writhe in my murderous hands
You scream as I bury you six feet beneath
Your lungs slowly fill up with sand
I bathe in your blood and I dress in your skin
In dark twisted alleys I thrive
Voracious consumer of fear that’s within
I’m coming to reap all your minds
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024