driven down the throat of the tempest
blown away by the bleak winds of life
amidst the waves and the currents untempered
immoral deeds from the past in the present arise
gnawed within, scorched without
punished more than all my sins amount
picked apart by the vulture of the mind
its beak and claws have left my third eye blind
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023