Enter a world of glass hallways and locked doors, except that you can’t look out of them, ‘cause that’s what you deserve, you fucking primitive mangling bastard. I hope to see the day where your name fades from the memories of your family, and anyone who’s desperate enough or opportunistic enough to even claim that they know you at all. I hope your corpse finds peace, because I know for years that many in your possession won’t, and many who have been wrought by your inspirations also fucking won’t.
(Betcha can't survive dis)
But I guess that’s just trial and error isn’t it? You fucking opportunistic prick. Imagine being such a worthless husk of flesh. Can you imagine? I bet you can’t. I bet you fucking can’t survive this.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023