After years of deprivation,
I am callous and unyielding in the face of death.
When the music stops obedient lambs are offered for the communal sacrifice,
Decimate the remains as we conceal the truth.
With our eyes sewn shut,
We're left to wander against the forces unknown.
We listen with our ears to the ground like the natives to her land,
As we lift our hands to the air,
Palms up unsheathing empty hands,
We'll commence this protest.
Slicing open their necks,
The blood will rain [over the altar of sacrifice.]
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
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