Winter came
Hand in hand with cold and hunger.
The veil of death was flying
Over the tribe.
In the depths,
Dark moist cave,
We wait.
Gathered in,
Moistures on,
We were waiting for the hunter's return.
Food.
We were waiting for the harvest to come.
This was the day when damnation began.
We didn't know it's our last times of peace.
Future nations will speak of us with hiss,
And forever we'll be mocked.
This is the story of how it happened,
Our everlasting curse.
Back to the start, into the cave, cursed.
This is the story of how it happened,
Our everlasting curse.
Back to the start, into the cave, cursed.
In the depths,
Dark moist cave,
We wait.
Gathered in,
Moistures on,
We were waiting for the hunter's return.
It won't be written on the walls
How we are guilty of the fall.
Forbidden flesh.
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