A wish born from despair
A wish to obliterate your life; returning everything to nothing
The sword of destruction
I caste down upon you
My bare hands beg for blood
God like appetite for destruction
These hands see how quickly I put them on you. Better bring back up. I am the one who decides your fate. Weak men. Bow to me.
Feeble and weak. My trenchknife will make you see.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024
The low growl that punctuates the middle of “Darkside” perfectly encapsulates what this band does so well. They make you want to mosh, constantly. HaroldAllnut