Torn apart the innocence of a dying world.
Through the tempest legions come blood cursed fate thy will be done
Embrace your blame. Walk on like there’s no shame.
Follow the deviant path. Watch the blood dripping down your face.
We ourselves, reigned over by iniquity, observe the facts, the impossibility of catharsis.
Our mother dies, as our civilization decays, is the end of life and the beginning of survival
Embrace your blame. Walk on like there’s no shame.
Follow the deviant path. Watch the blood dripping down your face.
We’ve feast upon the corpse of our mother.
Through the tempest legions come, blood cursed fate thy will be done.
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022