Caged slave of ancients and eons of finite. An era of nothing. Time is a construct. Colossus of error.
Rusted god-mind satellite. Shadows dancing in green light. Mountains hanging from the sky. Here, you will come apart. Crawl until there's nothing left. Torn pillars of broken flesh. Forgotten in oblivion. You will suffer what you are.
Kill the self. Splinter the shell. Starve leeching on bones. Lungs choked with rust. Dead consciousness. Embrace the end and time will waste you all. Buried by slime and dust. No hope for there to be lost. Buried by slime and dust. Of man nor god we are not
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020