This leather bound coffin
slowly withers from bones divine
Lakes of flesh and dead carcass shrines
Lay with the sands and wake to the dead of time
With each whimpered gasp death doth crawl near
Permeating fumes of rot in the air
From this stench, I can smell the death
Though I can't feel
Bleeding!
No feeling
I am numb!
Not so comfortable
I can tell the time of day by the cold of night.
Etched in my head.
Eyelids are gone, no luxury for me
Too close my eyes would be a sight to see,
Tightening!
My chest slowly constricting
From this curse lifted x4
Two death metal legends unite for a once-in-a-lifetime LP; rife with classic appeal and flavor, it's a manifesto that works in any era. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 11, 2017