days washed away from my memories
rejoice, my child
walk away with the knowledge of dozens
stuff my face with your hunger and thirst
beacuse it never...
it never rains in hell
still stuck with the same savage frustration, eating me
eating me alive from the inside out, turn it out
skin turning into dust
bloodlust burried in rust under this putrid crust
words scattered like spiders
final gospel, dying womb
noone was there to give me a hand
noone
suffocation - the bitter end
bloodlust burried in rust under this putrid crust
and then it goes again
it never rains, it never rains in hell
bloodlust burried in rust
supported by 22 fans who also own “It Never Rains In Hell”
Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy
supported by 22 fans who also own “It Never Rains In Hell”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
supported by 22 fans who also own “It Never Rains In Hell”
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner