In the cold table,
A deep cut.
Gush the blood,
Red vision of death.
Hands opening the chest,
Blows break the sternum,
Catch a cry.
Ribs pulled out.
And the black mind
Feeling all that rottenness.
Fibbers and muscle broken
Washed by a vomit.
In the cold table
One more death.
Hatching his skull
The blood spills,
Pulling out the skin
To get he eye balls.
The gore takes the place.
Tools stabbing the brain.
The bloody ritual has begun.
And the black mind
Feeling all that rottenness.
Fibbers and muscle broken
Washed by a vomit.
Suffocating pain with terror.
The empty mind now is full
But the corpse isn’t ready:
His carcass is cremated,
Viscera to soup.
Organs to the banquet,
Brain to desert.
In this bloody banquet
Eyes as adornment.
Drinking the blood
In the vein no longer,
Hopping on more beat
From the dead heart.
Organs to the banquet,
Brain to desert.
In this bloody banquet
Eyes as adornment.
This one rips from the start! Brootal!! Q is “whether god will save Bloodsoaked too” or not?! Hahahaa.. keep up the sickkhh musickkhhh!! stomachgrinder
Featuring members of Noothgrush, Graves at Sea, and more, the Oakland metal band juxtapose cavernous doom with spaced-out shoegaze. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024