within this prison- hope impaled
harvested flesh- truth revealed
nothing remains- upon the altar
prior forms- melt away
flesh informed- this transformation
cleansing burn- the acid bath
floorboard coffin- containing whispers
screams like laughter- the murder path
nothing remains- close to perfection
drained lives align- broken illusion
changing into squalor ruin
2. Nailed To The Wall
endure this terror
resist this dread
suffer this fucking nightmare
nailed to the wall
fading, falling down
mouth sewn shut
eyes forced wide
tormentor takes your mind
nailed to the wall
fading, falling now
depravity floods the air
fills the void
pain is everywhere
senses going, bound to fear
conscious fading, death is here
3. March of The Grotesque
release the bodies from the ground
raise up the dead, bring them above
splintered bones-blood coagulates
havoc revived- reanimate
no saviors for you sinners
corpses yearning for severed remains
spilling guts, full of mud
leaking bile, bursting puss
Mold-ridden wretched body parts
diseased intestinal rot
starved cadavers, teeth grinding
hope drowning within putrid remains
devour the living, take everything
savaged bodies scourge the earth
from shallow graves, a wicked curse
to roam, consume, deteriorate
chaos realized- devastate
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020