Colder, darker - ashen sky
Fading memories - passing by
Barren, sterile lands ahead
All is silent, all is dead
Gangrene spreading from my cold hands
As I wander through the wastelands
Thirst - hunger - (anger) - no more illusions
No - mercy - (nothing) - no retribution
All - withers - (crumbles) - turns into ruins
So - follow - (carry) - me through the sewage
Endless landscapes - painted gray
Harsher, bleaker - day by day
Gangrene spreading from my cold hands
As I wander through the wastelands
As I lay down on the rough sands
No more wandering the wastelands
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023