This delightful compact disc comes in a smashing little cardboard number with dreadfully tasteful front and back cover art, plus a sturdy little embroidered patch that's so neat it's sure to bring a tear to the eye. Go ahead and sew it right on to your supple forehead for all to see.
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lyrics
Manifest wounds.
This body, a conduit.
For endless sores.
Curtains of burnt skin and nerves.
Struggling eyes.
Fighting over scraps of failing light.
Manifest wounds.
Endless sores.
Pointless, endless and increasing.
Enduring nonetheless.
One breath away.
From the next unbearable second.
Living through a lack of dying.
Knowing each new moment will be worse than the last.
Knowing it will not last long.
But lacking the will to end it sooner.
Embracing the unendurable.
Becoming the wounds that consume.
Convulsing embodiment of limitless pain.
As the skin tears open again and again.
Manifest wounds.
Proudly wearing endless sores.
Manifest wounds.
Becoming these endless sores.
Manifest wounds.
Slowly dying of these sores.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Manifest Wounds”
The pure raw attack...... and every now and then a moment to breathe before you turn a corner and there it is again.... and the singing is superbness to my ears😨 melindia
supported by 4 fans who also own “Manifest Wounds”
Epic songwriting skills combined with powerful playing and a sense of urgency. Could Requiem lead Australia's next charge of blackened war metal? Yep... Richy Hambone, Lord of the Unknown