Tonight the city burns
Shockwaves and firestorms
Ripping through your flesh in torment
Not a fraction of life remains
Cast into a sea of flames
A crater where the kingdom fell
Armageddon at last is here
Break out the guns and beer
As we drink to man’s demise
Bombs fall, death’s call
Population, all reduced to nothing
Last blast, critical mass
All alone in the land of the dead
You look so disgraced
With a face full of nuclear waste
Bet you with that you’d never crossed me now
Won’t ever be destroyed
Rising up from the inner void
Born again from the depths of despair
supported by 4 fans who also own “Baptized In Ashes”
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supported by 4 fans who also own “Baptized In Ashes”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal