I bit off the tongues that offered advices.
I drank my own blood and shed it beyond death. Devoted my existence to pain and fire.
My birth was the burst of flame.
Born on a soil of gasoline.
Setting fire to all that makes the person I am.
Can't break the spell this is my curse.
All I have to give is the last warmth to this place.
My soul will roam.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023