I can feel it in my skin.
In the blood.
Picking at the dermis.
Spread through the body.
Infest the whole being.
Blood turning black withering away.
Accept morbid fate.
There is nothing you can do let your body waste.
Spiral to your demise.
Close your fucking eyes.
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021