This landscape, far from desolate, crawling with those: the unfaithful. Now they wander aimlessly, in pain bearing the mark of sin. Each condemned to a life of imprisonment. Hundreds in fear left hanging decorate the avenue. The only thing left to control is your life, so take it(He won't come to save me). The winds blow and the fires burn. Slowly the weak wilt away, each imagining his own terror. The knife, the gun, the press and the devil all stand before me. All of us part of the same conglomerate, striving to make it past this test. It's all designed to keep us from getting through. Blinded are we pushing through the ruble, cast in flames and compelled to carry on. All of us carrying the burden of our biggest sin. A thunderous sky, the soundtrack to our apocalypse. We await the angels to spread their wings and guide us through the gates. I wander these streets alone, chasing my light and the strength of my own. Unfocused on the bodies that lay before me, I continue through with faith in the trinity.
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
A new compilation series featuring cat-loving metal bands from every state donating their tracks for local animal welfare organizations. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2018