Determined urges,
Blood slurping,
mend this brain,
I'm cursed with,
Necrophilia,
Bastard born sinnerrr,
And,
Amateur butcha,
Fucked head wound,
Mouth full of shit,
New set of flaps wide open in her armpit,
Eating the last of,
Your flesh matter,
Persistant delusion ready for disaster.
Penetrate the,
New hole.
I need to bathe straight in your blood,
To put the enemies off my scent,
Need to consume as much as I can,
So I don't physically turn to sand,
Gurgling,
Your blood,
Yes it turns me on,
Can't resist now,
As I'm too far gone,
Lacerations,
Sweet fixations,
Organs drained for my gratification,
Bloodsucking parasite
Homemade transfusion
Drain her veins
Mental confusion
Cannabilistic appetite
To feel no pain
Got nothing but blood on my brain
My insides turn to sand,
It’s all for good health
Force it into my veins
I’m running low
Flood every orifice
With the blood of the hunted
Who cares if I’m found
It’s a matter of life and death
I can fuckin taste it
supported by 16 fans who also own “Sentenced To Capital Punishment”
Musically this is a worthy successor to Psychosadistic Design. A little bit slower but therefore also heavier. It kills for sure 💀 And I simply love the lyrical approach to their savage motherland. mourner
supported by 15 fans who also own “Sentenced To Capital Punishment”
The last time I've been this shook listening to a tech death album was listening to The Faceless' Planetary Duality. Obliteration will quite literally obliterate your eardrums with amazing blast beats, out-of-this-world bass compositions, violent guitar riffs and solos, and finally varied and exquisite vocal performances. Don't sleep on this one, it's a gem. Alex Jesus