Soil.
Under the soil.
Dying eyes staring in the depths of the soil.
Hollow, Worthless.
Empty vessel.
The senses you once relied on now lead you to death.
Finding nothing left.
Succumb to the void and embrace your death.
Bullets strip you of your skin.
Pass into your next of kin.
Doomed to lie among the dead.
Maggots writhing in your head.
The light in your eyes goes out as you bleed to death.
You try to scream out for help but you're out of breath.
The sound of a snapping rib makes you wince.
As bodies are piling and piling on top of you.
Pure.
Unadulterated.
Mindless.
Slaughter.
Crawling for your life.
A piece of barbed wire sharp as a knife.
Catches your stomach, tearing the skin.
Opening you up like a bean bag.
Steaming organs spill out.
What was within comes out.
Wrenching with torturous pain.
Struggling to die in vain.
Nothingness becomes you now.
Drowning in your organs on the ground.
Soil.
Under the soil.
Dying eyes staring in the depths of the soil.
Hollow, Worthless.
Empty vessel.
The senses you once relied on now leave you bereft.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023