Wake me up
The crow, it calls me
Remember this day
It is the last of the ignorant
Now is the time where you mouth shall close
Your teeth forced together, chipping that which apposes
My brand on your hand your tear ducts secreating
Your organs once inside, now in your arms, ripe for eating
Barbed wire, holding you
My precice hand, dicecting you
My calm disolving, I require the purple dragon
His tail of Toxic leukoencephalopathy catching me
Alas my reach never catching him
All though, his word is stern i shall continue the work
I am without purpose
You are without reality
I will become the contrast
You will feel wrath
The surgery is prepared the paicents mind clear
Warm sensations building inside me
This bathroom stool now your blood
This soap dispenser, now your gut
My hammer, the tool for your face
Watch as what you are is reborn
The ritual of BLUDGEONING
My art to become finite
I am the creator of your fath
I am the destroyer of the past you
This is your blodgening reconstrustion
Two death metal legends unite for a once-in-a-lifetime LP; rife with classic appeal and flavor, it's a manifesto that works in any era. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 11, 2017