Reeking black.
Furious swarm of disease.
Anomalous forms of death invading.
Insipid, lifeless portals of flesh.
Pulsing in pointless patterns.
Breeding filth in their wake.
Driven blindly onward by the seething call of contamination.
The streets are flooded by an overwhelming tide of rats.
Spewed out of the filth below, leaving every home an open grave.
Biological processes of life.
Strangled, suppressed.
Shadowed by death in the black death deluge.
Black death deluge.
Worm infested.
Struck down.
Flailing at the light.
Not a soul left unmolested.
Living in filth, gorging yourself like a parasite.
Black breath.
Breeding death.
Empty vessel.
Filling with plague.
Pointless to be brave.
Limping to your grave.
Shit out of luck.
Leagues beyond fucked.
Left with nothing.
Inside but sickness.
Alone and dying.
Shaking and crying.
For the end you're longing.
Your tongue turned inwards.
The rats are scratching their way within you.
Reeking black swarm of disease inside you.
Disease inside you.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023