They wonder
if homeless are dead yet
If the black
as lava flown down their troats
A black brew
embraces cirrhosis that they ‘ll get
Thousand livers
hairy and passed out like the balls of the goat...
No more hair
no more sence and wasted nails
Even darker
yeah maybe blacker than an old man’s shit
Burning soul
smelting guts, broken drumstick
No more air
and no more wind under its black sails
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023