As we walk, silent on our away,
Looking for a path to reach the top and find some food,
Hungry, starving in our womb,
Grieving for the ones who stayed behind, we go ahead and walk.
It was smoke
Behind the hills, behind the rocks,
Frightening and threatening arose some smoke.
Sounds of drums, we heard somebody talk.
It was life yes it was smoke.
We run.
As we run, savage on our way,
Looking for the hills to reach the camp and find some food.
As we run, nothing's to be said,
Yearning for the ones who stay ahead we're going wild and
Get even in massacre.
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