Your pack followed the trail of a huge bear in a cave
Hunters cut to the chase down below for the beast
And you led the march.
Do come in, follow kin,
The prey’s awaiting at the end
Kicking in, infesting,
Following as you dived into the darkness,
So sure of their support,
Then sounds came
You dived into the darkness,
S so sure of their support,
But you didn’t listen to cries of dismay
who came from behind,
To the dire lament of your pals at the porch
You’ll master this beast
You’ll gather your strength
What are these noises ?
Stop. You’ve reached the bear,
But you’re alone here !
You’re tribe will feast as soon as you kill it
He is no match for your blood craving crew.
You rally your mates into attacking it
But no one’s here, except for the bear and you.
Where did they go ? You don’t stand a chance alone.
Now you go back on the tip of your toes.
You’ve found your dead friends
Crushed at the entrance.
No path to the outside
You’re trapped in this cave
Nothing to sustain but ...
We entered inside,
Looking for meagre prey.
Then rocks rained on your backside,
Deadly silence flowing.
I quench my thirst with bloody water
But no food is to be found in this muddy hole
Their bodies on the wall
Their eyes open and staring,
And the hunger keeps craving.
And the hunter sees red.
Now me womb is in command.
Staring at me with scorn,
They all know my plan,
I can hear‘em talk
Them eyes are accusing.
But me need focusing.
Still staring as me cut
In the flesh, for the fat.
Still staring as me
Break bones for the marrow.
Me cut eyes for eat
Bite in the fat
Delicacy
Butcher frenzy
Staring as me
Eat them.
Still staring as me
Break bones for the marrow.
Me cut eyes for eat
Bite in the fat.
Delicacy
Butcher frenzy
Staring at me
Sockets empty.
There’s no meat, only stares,
From empty sockets.
And today, me swear,
There’s a skull I hear speak
in these wicked words.
“You should not have. You could have resisted.
You should have died of hunger instead.
Now be cursed to your senses
And dive into madness.
Let us be the witness of your fate.”
Them plotting, me swear.
The noise is growing near. Me head is sore.
Me burn and me shiver.
This sound is deafening.
Can’t be real ; I can see the corpses
Arising from the rocks.
Them plotting, me swear,
Open them putrid fists.
Still staring as they shank
Me paunch, cut me open.
As them voices turn to shrieks.
We entered inside,
Looking for meagre prey,
Relieved from my shredded corpse,
Deadly silence settling in
Torn inside.
Bones here lie.
Bears in sight.
Feast for them.
supported by 4 fans who also own “A Cave New World”
I’m a fiend for that H8000 sound and mid-late 90’s metallic hardcore (not boring ass metal-core pretty boy bullshit). Liar, Deformity, Congress, Deviate, Extinction, etc. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Slug.
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
supported by 4 fans who also own “A Cave New World”
Ἡ εἰκών was an impressive debut, but way too short! Luckily, Ψευδομένη arrives to satisfy the urge for more of what made its precedessor hit hard and fast: some atmospheric moments (don't be deterred as this is still brutal, dissonant and disgusting to the core) and at the same time, J.L. is exploring longer tracks - e.g. my personal favourite - and implementing some cavernous lows. If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's most likely that this man refuses to stand still. What a pace! David Fischer