Enter the wastelands that stretch before your eyes
A barren image of defeat
Charred crumbling wreckage that reaches to the sky
Annihilation is complete
Ready your weapons, so few are left alive
So fight to live or join the dead
The right to kill and the struggle to survive
The sky is black, the blood is red
Never seen such desolation
Never felt so all alone
On this dead empty world of broken flesh and stone
Suspended disbelief
The land stripped bare
Anguished cries ring hollow in the poisoned air
Never seen such desolation
Never felt so all alone
Wasteland warriors, come claim your toxic home
Never seen such desolation
Never felt so all alone
Wasteland warrior sits on his ruined throne
Renegade hunters and mutants of the wild
All competing for your life
Creeping cancers and radiation burns
Over a million ways to die
Only the strongest stand triumphant to the odds
Bodies dropping to the sand
Heat-singed holy books and long forgotten gods
Are just the refuge of the damned
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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