You cannot admit defeat, you want to hold on to what you had
In karma’s twisted irony you wake up chained to your desk
Screaming in agony as you feel cold metal impaled into your flesh
To free yourself you must use the working man’s tools
Once unchained and limping, blood spilling on the eagle
You rush weeping to the door where you open to a new path
‘’I too, promise Salvation’’ are the words written in blood
You panic as you see smoke flood the passage
Walls covered in portraits of shame, feces covering razorwire
Piano wire everywhere triggering shooting nail guns
You grab a mask in front of you to breath easily
Overtaken by anger and desperation as you take in sulfur
As you are dismantled in gore, we rebuild
As you burn, from ashes good will be reborn
Your term has ended
Now it’s on our terms
Now it’s on our terms
Now it’s on our terms…
supported by 4 fans who also own “Razorwire's Embrace”
Old School death Metal in the vein of Cannibal Corpse ( Butchered at birth era) Meets Deicide \M/ evil gore soaked and relentless \M/ if you love cannibal corpse (Barnes era) Check these guys out John Chaos Alexander
supported by 4 fans who also own “Razorwire's Embrace”
A mess of swirling brutal death, maybe somewhat more structured and therefor more memorable than other band that do this style, combined with a sci-fi horror theme. This slays for days. nathan breon