Hell rains down, flooded by steel.
The reaper approaches, I feel his chill.
His cold embrace holds me tight. Now he has me in his sights.
In the presence of death, no savior to embrace
Sinking deeper and deeper, falling further from grace
I curse the hollow words polluting my mind
No prayer left to save me from the reapers bind
Locked in his grip I struggle to survive.
Not knowing if I'll make it out alive
Reality sets in, my blood runs cold.
I see no truth in the stories we've been told
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023