Holy man, you’re bound
They call you Pope
This time you’ll crawl
A mangled, bloody mess lies now in front of me
I see and laugh recalling what comes next
You weep, sigh and pray, begging for your life
But Death can wait, we still have obscure plans
Reptilian fate, white fangs shine in the dark
Covered in blood, sweat, piss and shame
Constricting end, envenomed blood clots
You’re fed alive to our slithering gods
Gasping for air, lungs inundate with blood
Bones crack and rip your fragile flesh
Nerves pinch and twitch, all control is lost
Unbearable pain, but not so soon you’ll rot
Your final breath, relief at last
Devouring snakes, Devil’s own nest
Fiery yet fluid, the Pennsylvania band's second LP plays like a supercut of death metal's biggest selling points. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2023
Sludgy death metal brutality from the upper Midwest, featuring some of the most terrifying vocals and riffs imaginable—in a good way. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 20, 2022