above
see the glow of the city
under the manhole
embrace the calamity
below
in the trenches
in the muck and the mire
below
in the trenches
through the filth and the fire
cloak wrapped figures drag me to the shrine
where they worship an evil so divine
black candles dimly light
the carved pentagram on the floor
they hoist me up on meathooks
while chains clink and clatter below
they tear my flesh
chant the hymn of the vile
then salt my wounds
chant the hymn of the foul
they gouge my eyes
chant the hymn of the vile
then slice my womb
chant the hymn of the foul
out comes the beast they've awaited
this subterranean hell
welcomes the birth of the dark lord
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Oh my sweet little tidbit, why are you so little?
This thing has restored my lately undermined faith in modern death metal. MF down there is damn right, I want the full length too. NOW. YomaBarr
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020