Where a difference means just few at sacrifice,
Loud curse is never a straight threat
Red extender runs from open slice,
A dilution for the ocean of hatred
In a spastic twitch dull dagger cuts bulging throats,
Stream of filth has no cessation
Simple order written down connotes
Price, so humble for eternal damnation
Where extracted lungs still gasp for evading air,
Sulfur fumes on plate of old balance,
Broken skull skews in a hateful stare,
While death yells are slowly filling the chalice
Lives exude off every open pore,
Sigil basks in both fresh and rotten
As for hunt as urge of carnivore,
Greatest evil has no definite bottom
Just. Die. Here and now.
Just. Die. Leave all hope.
Just. Die. In the name of none.
Just. Die. At the verge of nothing.
Just. Die. As a pile of meat.
Just. Die. With no single trace.
Just.Die.
Figures contort without a meaning
Sacred words fell into the perfect cradle
Just. Die. With no single trace.
Just. Die. As a pile of meat.
Just. Die. At the verge of nothing.
Just. Die. In the name of none.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024