DESCRIPTION:
Sean (Guitar), Charles (Drums) & Nick (Vocal/Lyrics). NJ BTDM. Recorded with a computer mic under a couch pillow.



Awoke in perplexity, dead fluid stench on me,
looking as far as horizon would permit, an ocean of soiled skin

Wretched torso, past worm and rot did glare and covet the flesh
'flee' do lungs and heart promise, but inside many, crave of the splatter.

Clouds of planar doom, sought forth, and conquered bone,
the weak could not be saved, the weak would not be saved.

Their eyes rolling over, a sea of black blood
seeps essence from out ajar pods, waft the decrepit implosion of soul.
--and brains, and tissue, bask upon the rocks.

The arrival! an awakening!
glazed over glares, a sea of red scowls,
the gaze--hollow

War clan without thought, aspire for skin and skull
I seek. as the reek filters.