Why the world,
Sent us a spiral,
A disease to spread like the plague we are,
The release so discreet,
It gets lost in the fog,
Wandering oh so deep,
Let it be relief,
That it's lifted for everyone to see,
And the world's gone mad,
Don't look at your father's for all they've done is disgrace man,
Putrid,
Bile,
Disgusting,
Vile,
The stench of it atrocious,
The taste of hate upon it,
Fuck,
Settle in,
For your lost sense of days,
Where your suffering's long and the pathway strays,
The roads they narrow low,
The world's last soul to know,
Forget about what you thought you'd do,
Devoured by vermin in the streets cause they abandoned mankind,
Putrid,
Bile,
Disgusting,
Vile,
Living,
On the black seas,
The surface,
Bubbling to empty out the vicious mass,
The words of silence pass,
The bouncy, bailing, brooding,
The indignation rooting,
The ones that keep their souls,
Will be unknown,
Say goodbye to the ones on the high seas,
As we ride Valhalla's lightning,
As the sky is opened,
And we find our pathway to the clouds,
We are the martyrs rising,
Abandon all you're fighting,
Rise with us to be the greatest man,
Rising,
Falling,
Mutilated people finding hope in ideology,
Their words shall never faulter as the,
Solid,
Masses burn in sudden cosmic rage and send themselves a spiral back whence they rose up and finding nothing but their graves,
Culinary-themed melodic death metal outfit cook up a smorgasbord of fierce solos, tight percussion, and cheeky, foodie-approved screeds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024