these callous words slip in right through the door, ive had a wave of memory, a flash of this before, thick gray clouds and dancing grain, then pouring rain, a child, a champion, a chill, an estranged will, around the tithe bowl a whisper spills, a multitude rise sheltered in walls "alive". poisoned by bread and blood leached by tongues above, but i ride on the night where i cut my teeth and the lord does bequeath the bowels of hell wont consume this young heart, thus spoke the youth.
The band's debut is full of whiskey-burned growls and maniacal high shrieks, not surprising for a group of Detroit metal vets. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2016