Acknowledge It,
For It has granted us a stay
Of execution.
It's very presence,
Has lingered since birth.
Poisoning our pleasures,
Shattering ambitions,
Clenching the throat,
Of this visceral reverence.
We must leave,
All who wrought the iron mold.
To enter the charnel house,
Acceptance to burn with our final failure.
Those who are unwilling,
Disavow admonishments,
Balk their own autonomy,
And prolong corporeal woe.
Bound and cursed to onerous naught.
No mitigation or tenderness
There is only abandonment,
And acceptance to evanesce.
"O Carrion, who art no longer man,
Who will hence keep thee company?
Whatever issues from thy liquors,
Worms engendered by the stench
Of thy vile carrion flesh."
Heralding the quietus!
The perfect mix of (old school) death thrash and (modern) slam death. With a great sense for groove and impressive amount of variation. I'll keep an eye on these guys - especially on their other profile where this is a little cheaper and new stuff is available. mourner