Corpses around.
Litter the ground.
Swollen.
Fallen.
My audience.
My kin.
Light the match, fire is rising.
My skin starts to crack, bubbling and black.
Only I am worthy of inflicting this on me.
My burning, my furnace.
Self fucking mutilation.
Self immolation.
Boiling blood.
Vomit and piss.
Do nothing to kill the fire.
Losing sensation to all of my limbs.
Smoke suffocates.
Suffocates.
Smell of flesh.
Burning flesh.
Removing the weakness from inside my mind.
Protruding bones scorched to the core.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023