Forgotten left in shackles, forged of spiteful desire
Devoid of all light, contorted perception fills minds eye
Festering in the lonely pits of despair
Hope severed, the hourglass sits dry of sand
Beset with scorn, made to suffer the pain
From this filth I will ascend to feed you my chains
I look to the sky, it drips with shredded flesh
Ripped from the backs of those who opposed you
The malice slowly floods its way into my veins
My spine grows, rapidly deforming
Splintering its way through my body
There is no going back now
I shift onto serpentine pathways
To find the fields of vengaence
And harvest your vitality
For within me grows a reflection of your infliction
Nurture this hatred
It's your to keep
Descend from power
To the throes of the weak
Look up and watch as the light fades
As their flesh drips from above
Reborn in the belly of everything you will grow to hate
Vortex of suffering consuming everything in its path
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Jamais déçu, c'est encore du bon, du lourd, du technique...
Le chant est toujours en retrait, mêlé au guitares sur-sollicitées, enivrantes et survoltées, s'entremêlant en envolées alambiquées ou lourdeurs pesantes, batterie en mode 12.7 à canon froid-constant (comprenne qui pourra 😂)... Bref... Rien à jeter, ceci est un bijou du début à la fin, qui arrive presque trop vite... Du moins, quand on est attentif, chapitre après chapitre, tranquille. Sinon en résumé : énergisant !! 🤘😂🤘 EklektikTrip
supported by 54 fans who also own “As Their Flesh Drips From Above”
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant