Guts are rotting
Stripped by light
We are night stalkers
Serving the dark
Bridge:
Enemy of men
Pagan society
Fallen angels children of discord
And devastation
Chorus:
Condemned by the fury of divinity
Our creator in hate
We have the morbid blood of insanity
Our curse is the fate
Burning bones are becoming dust
We are suffocated by the rage of creator
Bridge
Chorus
Run through our veins the pollution
The morbid blood of rebellion
Destined to get the world
Rotting the existence
Hail!!!
For the glory of blood
Hail!!!
Our morbid blood
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024