The farce…
A toxin, perpetual.
Their hearts: blackened, have become null.
Dare not forget what horrors they serve,
Nor to forgo the will to preserve,
Nor to relinquish the vivid image of carnage,
Which stirs the retribution envisaged.
Wallow… in nothing.
Not until they’re all dead.
credits
from Stray God,
released February 25, 2018
Lyrics by: Aynsley Giunta and John Galloway
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego