Repellent, repulsive, rotten to the bone.
Pugnacious, revolting and crawling alone.
Here you lie writhing,
Buried right up to your neck.
In a sound made to torture,
To rip, to rot, to ruin and to wreck.
A shameless display of simple fucking power.
The will, the way, of power. Power!
Biting and gnashing at your will to resist.
You want to turn away, but can you turn away?
Vile, foul, abuse impending.
Vicious, relentless, impalement unending.
Rising and falling in undulating cycles.
The method of maltreating everything clean in the soul.
Made to torture, contrived for slaughter.
Incarnate dolour, built from filth.
Fists broken, knees smashed in.
Surrender to the filth or be killed from within.
Fed glass until you swallow.
Defeat the mind and the heart will follow.
Spitting blood through broken teeth.
Begging for death beneath the screams.
Repellent, repulsive, rotten to the core.
Pugnacious, revolting and lusting for more.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Made To Torture”
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
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023