Probing tentacles of the Nazi cult.
Slowly burrowing into everything.
Nazi cult worms into hearts and minds.
Corrupting or killing everything that it finds.
Breeding unjust hate everywhere.
Preying on the unsuspecting, the unaware.
Probing tentacles of the Nazi cult.
Their reach seemingly inexhaustible.
The faith that they hold is unshakeable.
The venom they spit is detestable.
Searching for chances to plant their seed.
Creeping into places where they know they can breed.
Reaching through cracks, slowly penetrating.
Seeing opportunities and patiently waiting.
Groping relentlessly for enemies that tremble.
These inquisitive limbs, invasively curious tendrils.
Sinister scouts of an age-old threat.
Immobile and immutable when their roots are set.
This won’t stop until they’re all dead and cold.
Burn these tentacles of the Nazi cult.
Burn the Nazi cult.
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