You keep running with the plague of the earth
And it makes me fucking sick
Prolonged, we should have stamped you out at birth
I'm in the soil beneath your feet
I'm running for the hell of it
I'm running for the fuck of it
There is no dollar on this earth
That could buy the eyes out of my sockets
Self inflicted wounds have rotted
Blind men, bloody pockets
In young minds
What is just is so clear
Deep in your mind
What is just is so clear
With age we become
Used to what we see and hear
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023