I awaken to the darkness within this foul, decrepit place, six feet of earth my entombment. Blooming forth from these wretched ground, convulsing from pain, we proceed to perish those who buried us. Convulsing from pain of decay, I've never known a hunger such as this before, archaic hands outstretched in seek of living flesh. The world will be enveloped for we are many. In silence, we've risen. The dead stand side by side in mute. No longer will the world claim ignorance of all our names, knee deep in human waste, our hands and mouths full of innards. The walls of my confinement, no longer all I know. We walk, a thousand nameless remnants of the past. We walk, a thousand faceless remnants of the past. We walk with gruesome slowness in our every step. We crawl, flies consuming all we know (the animosity of the grave). Flies engulfing our loved ones, their flesh shall sustain this blasphemous life...hungering no more. We will hunger no more. Oh God, we will hunger no more. I awaken to the darkness within this foul, decrepit place, six feet of earth my entombment. I awaken to the darkness within this foul, decrepit place. Convulsing from pain of decay, six feet of earth a memory.
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022