You, the keeper.
The keeper of the faith.
Defiler of this place.
Maintainer of this state.
This state of decay.
Your power-play.
And you wondered why we wanted you to die...
You, defender.
Custodian, protector.
Protector of your power.
While your victims cower.
Hiding from your blame.
Hiding in their shame.
Their hate amplified by your every lie...
Your god let you die.
You, the keeper.
The keeper of the faith.
Defiler of this place.
Maintainer of this state.
Paralysed, helpless.
You died selfless.
Your faith, not mine.
Your life was worthless.
Disabled, defeated.
Your life depleted.
Your hate, not mine.
Cured, lying lifeless.
Your corpse, not mine.
Some may say the riffage is "relentless" and suggest that every song was "an epic that rolls like sinister thunder across the land".
I find Merchant an underrated band that hopefully will one day have as much recognition as others. Old Man Doom
I love seeing Full of Hell live. Such a serene experience. Like being serenaded by Karen Carpenter accompanied by the most skilled harpists who sit on the clouds looking down on us with love. Rumpel Vim
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020