Drown in blood. Lived life regretting. Flash back to moments of shame. Feel your mind slip into deaths gaze. Worth nothing at birth. The light becomes heat. Lose senses. Deny existence. Worth nothing at death. Dragged down and torn apart for eternity. Skin and bone that lies on earth will be consumed by an endless hunger. Feel it crawl. Feel it consume. This is how it feels when worms and roaches make your ribs home. This is how it feels to know suffer. And we crawl toward the nothing before us. This is how it feels.
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Came for the cover art. Stayed for the music.
15 minutes of total destruction.
Those riffs and breakdowns are fucking sick and the double-bass drums are brutal as fuck!
Insane death-metal-infused hardcore.
Highly recommended. Sælzer Bub