I follow the tracks of my prey.
Silent, breathless, fierce.
I don't make no sound.
I don't make no sound.
Where's my prey?
Hidden, living meat.
My food's to be found.
Our food's to be found.
My will is strong, my muscles filled with impure outbred blood.
With hunger filled, my mind is void.
A wolf I have become,
My senses enhanced,
My will is strong.
I've got my spear in my hand,
I wait without a move,
My body is stressed, my muscles filled with impure outbred blood.
I wait and I wait and I see the night's falling down,
But nothing ever comes my way.
I wait and I wait and I see the night's falling down,
But nothing ever comes my way.
I wait.
Wait.
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