Thrown into life
Forced to live
Among the living death
Repetitions of the past
Turning the present
Into a putrid sphere
Of Countless Nations
Filled with only greed
Thriving on destruction
Nothing will be clear
Murder and Annihilation
Will be forced to tears
Aeons of Destruction
Aeons of Destruction
The sleeper awakes
Just to cause more pain
The routine never ends
A demon made of flesh
And who are we to know
We are nothing but pawns
Pleasure of what's wrong
A place where we belong
Death to the weakling
And power to the strong
Struggles of the useless
A god that shouldn't live long
Fiery yet fluid, the Pennsylvania band's second LP plays like a supercut of death metal's biggest selling points. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2023