Time.
It is time for the tribe to accept its cruel fate,
To be faced, to prepare, to stand front of the cold truth.
Empty mouth. We'll be tough, ‘cause the time has come to die,
Save the tribe. Let's decide: what's the best way to survive?
Seven men to save the tribe.
Seven men to ride the time.
Seven men to save the tribe.
Seven men to ride the time.
To ride time.
Hope.
This is hope, we will help, ‘cause you know it's not that hard,
You retard, we'll be sad, but remember you're so brave,
You'll be saved, if you dare, to be frozen in this place,
Lose your pace. Look for grace. You'll be ice-cold for a while.
Into seven fresh holes, you enter, you're slowly freezing.
Cast into cold walls, you shiver. Your heat is falling down.
Subzero, you're freezing down.
Subzero, you're freezing down.
Colder and colder, our skin is turning to blue.
Crimson cracking envelope, our skin is turning to blue.
Colder and colder, our flesh is getting hard as ice.
We can't feel nothing.
We can't feel nothing.
Is it the end? Our blood is running low.
We can't feel the pain anymore.
Is it the end or just a break 'till we come back?
Is it the end? Our brains are slowing down,
And then it's getting hot.
Is it the end and will we ever see the sun again?
Forward to centuries, again.
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