Unleashed upon the convoluted concrete canvas:
A trinity of alloyed colors execute an assault indiscriminate,
They are but simple fiends,
Who know only what their masters bid,
And undermined by a wicked visionary,
Who would rid the world of all false idols,
And stain the world red,
To take back what it means to be…
What it means…
You fakes!
Down the narrow passage,
Detached from the pandemonium,
With tainted blades to purge all those who stray to a path of sin,
I will cleanse the world of all false idols,
And stain the world red,
To take back what it means to be…
You fakes!
I’ll erase you one by one...
Tonight, all must be dyed in blood,
I will purge the world of all false idols
And stain this world red,
To take back what it means to be a hero,
All must be dyed in blood,
supported by 20 fans who also own “Wipe Your Annals!!”
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