Heavy convulsions seep & coarse through the mind,
executing horrors scorching paths intertwined
Transcendence lost as you stand on the precipice
casting a shadow that echoes in dissonance
Fill your lungs,
mortal apparatus
forget your bones,
descend
We are the flayed
mordant vessels, shades of red
We are the flayed
hallowed instrument,
guide my hand
Corrosive,
till the final decline
Stretched arms.
Eyes alight.
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