Hell children, rise up from the gutter
the night has fallen
the moon cries out for blood
rise up and chase immortality with me
our hearts thirst for righteous vengeance
the names of martyrs written in stale smoke
seeping up from open sewers
their death stains the street
we built this world for the rich
our flags of crimson and cole
our bodies for the funeral pyre
make the bastards pay
bare your fangs at the dawn
our rage will put out the sun
reflect their sin back on them
swallowed up by the tidal wave
bare your fangs
make them pay
bare your hearts
your desire
hell children, rise up from the gutter
the world is yours
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Listen to this 24 hours long. Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
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