Hell bound heart
Pierced by broken arrows
Bound and gagged
Held over open flame
I think only of this curse
The graves that bear their names
I see a house over looking a mountainside
A child with his mother's eyes
If only I chose another life
He stares at me from empty sockets
Touches me with hands of sun bleached bone
His flesh but filth for the worms to eat
Mouth wide open where flowers have grown
Hell bound heart
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