Coming from the depths, of underneath and deeper,
It shivers.
As the prophecy the elder man had told us,
It happens.
Soil giving birth to infamous heredity to rise
To fire.
And catastrophe it comes, it's here,
It happens now.
Why lord? Liquid atrocity.
Burn. Burn. Burn, thus spake the prophecy. Burn we will.
Burn, for we have sinned.
Burn, for we have dared the wrath of gods.
Watch the world collapse,
Our tribe devastated and dying.
Rushing punishment.
Watch the world collapse,
Our tribe devastated and dying.
Rushing punishment now.
Rouse the flames, coming out embers
Rouse. Quake. Bane. Embers.
Vomiting all over our prayers.
Fall. Shake. Vain prayers.
Fall the flames, ashes from embers.
Rouse. Quake. Bane. Embers.
Falling down and in vain we pray. Mercyless it falls on us.
Fall. Shake. Vain prayers.
Rouse.
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