Bred in ignorance are you the people few
A lack of salvation is in your view
Blind to that which you perceive
From this persistent reality
Fangs of a wolf, it kills for sport
Lambs to the slaughter, reality it distorts
Once it catches your scent, you shall be is feast
No escaping the leviathan, the devil's beast
Bred just for violence, nurtured by pain
Powered by the moonlight, evil shall reign
The moon shines bright, this woeful plight
A man lies dead, with bashed-in head
It seizes your precious essence
It eviscerates your worthless presence
Every year it shall repeat the same fucking misery
As it bears this fucking mark of infamy
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024