Self-eviscerated corpses pile up under the scorching sun
Mercilessly spilled, entrails exposed by their own hand
The meticulous formations leave a trail of despair
A tormented soul's final transmission
To the ones they hated
To the ones they loved
Laid bare in the language of lesions
Led by the light
To this terrible gulch
Offered your life
To this terrible gulch
Vengeance by death
In this terrible gulch
Lost and forgotten
This terrible gulch
Over the edge where there's no turning back
Were there words I could have said
Was yours a mind I could have changed
Or, in the end, would it amount to nothing?
Some wounds last for a day but wounds like these can last until our death
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024