The horned moon, I'm the shadow of the horned moon.
Purge your life and let me in.
Let my tail weave through your pores.
Flesh on a thread, you're my bloody mass.
Vermin escape from the cage that you call a soul.
Vermin.
Convulse at the thought of the sun, and whiten your eyes.
Kiss the mud with your leather lips,
Gag on heart's sulfurous foam.
Dissolve your tongue quenching death,
Howl with the adder's breath.
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020