These days are blood unborn, my face is wrought with hatred. Your paper makes us kill. Our scrolls are long gone wasted. Too many in the gutter go. Head, heels, hanged man, we know. This is for the times you've lied. This is for my wasted life. Crucify the fear that freezes. Souls can't breathe on leashes. So take it back for the mud-God , years die like the seeds you grow, and I follow the stench, I am a thief in the night. I erase your falling force. Cut deep like the axe brought forth. I run to take your side. I'll kill for you, protect this night,
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I have to thank D. Randall Blythe for his choice of music on Gimme Radio today! I heard "Brightout" on his segment and about shit my pants!! Amazing demo! Can't wait for more!! Kory
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023