Mortality, ritualistically, fed to the gaping maw within the oldest obsidian ruins.
Dark etchings depicting vast sacrifical boons for reasons most pathetic, banal.
The desire-the Old God subjugating each standing before swallowed, is to be pitied.
Existence weighing too heavy upon the simple damned.
One by one, prostrating thyselves before The Shadow's mouth to be consumed in exquisiteness and cyclopean piety.
An ancient yearning to be culled within the blood of humanity so frail...
Embedded in the soul-The Shadow, it calls.
Tapping into the seeds planted at creation...
Crying out from the pain of this plane, pushing-trampling over another.
To be eaten-digested in pity, nothing but devourment will suffice such an acolyte.
Digested in pity, reduced to fading memory-lost forever to human antiquity.
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I thought this was ridiculous but the Mark Cooper cover kept bringing me back. I learned to appreciate slam more and one day this just clicked. Even the drum machine and parody vocals somehow make sense now, and the guitar sounds terrific. Pure insanity. Alien slam. Metallurgical Fire
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Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy