Cast into this rotten body
The stench and ware of your pale eyes
Left to lead down an endless road
I peel the skin from my feet
What I have is no longer yours
Feed my body to the wolves
Here my child, you are nothing
Here my curse, you are free
Feed the flame of touch
Drag me through your grace
Pain is my aimless side
Bleed them dry
The weak
False judgment of lies
Consume upon their flesh
Feed on the scraps of you
Left with your waste
Branded with my hate
supported by 33 fans who also own “Calloused Embrace”
This album is a textbook example of how production assists with the music and overall aesthetic. It is dirty, grimy and cavernous, some of the most disgusting music I have ever heard in my life. Jacob Ballance
supported by 24 fans who also own “Calloused Embrace”
What a monster of an album - the dense, vicious nature tears your chest open and devours your insides. Sick fuckin’ riffs - always a big fan of this one since release. MetalJazzDnB