The worms; they pile upon the last piece of dust
for just one taste of what life once was
but not us
we are the ones that hide from the sun
with bullet speed on burning black wings
we reject the cross
and nihilism's noose
dying star, destroy the last of flesh
cursed by the age of cold
nothing left on withered earth
fret for your weapon
fret for your gold
we cling to cave walls like rotted teeth
with bullet speed on burning black wings
we watch the worms writhe from underneath
supported by 25 fans who also own “Hide From The Sun”
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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