Staring into the night bleeding tears from the moon
The violent torment of the song that Hell croons
We worship the soil where the mothers laid their children
Now she waits for me to whisper "I was born to watch you bleed," now she waits
Godless and stained she runs through the graveyard
Tripping the skeletal bloodletting ride, she taps her veins so hard
We worship the soil where the mothers laid their children
Now she waits for me to whisper "I was born to watch you bleed," now she waits, now she waits
Heavy sludgy doomy riffs complimented with excellent grooves and rhythms results in an all-around solid album. The classic metal influences from back in the day come through nicely. This album never lets up on the head nodding. The OG Metal Prophet
The psychedelic escapades of mr. Harlon and his flock of dead crows are a new discovery for me, but one of my favourites in the past few years. Dark exploration of the human state, but with a tint of hope and determination. Vanja