Infernal nightmare
Seeing without moving
Enduring the pain
Feeling something crawling
Flesh under your bed
Blood drips on your leg
The monster is now fed
Now you should be dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
That's the smell of rotting
Dead
Dead
Dead
The monster is now watching
Devouring the entrails
Vomiting the intestines
Climbing on your wall
Rises as you fall
The cadaver will rot
Now you know you're fucked
The wall is full of blood
Your fingers will be chopped
Questioning "why me?"
Feel the killing spree
It's your turn to see
Who else can he be
Dead
Dead
Dead
That's the smell of rotting
Dead
Dead
Dead
The monster is now watching
Devouring the entrails
Vomiting the intestines
Climbing on your wall
Rises as you fall
Your corpse is now wide open
Stop being so scared
Prophecies forgotten
You know that is your end
Open the gates of hell
He knows that you cant scream
Escape your burning shell
You know it's not a dream
The fire that will kill
Burns in front of you
This is what you feel
What you're gonna do?
You don't have any gun
Escape or suicide
For him it's only fun
Seeing that you die
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