Tried for crimes against your race.
For killing just to maintain your place.
Tried to wipe out all opposition.
All in the name of your leading position.
The aftermath of your lust for power.
A hearing that drags on hour after hour.
Better just to circumvent the trial.
Kill and be done with this virus so vile.
Better you were dead.
Burnt until there’s nothing left.
Better you were dead.
Beaten, maimed, torn to shreds.
Your victims are thousands deserving reprisal.
No chance of acquittal, no hope for survival.
Just pieces of meat being fed through a grinder.
Killed at your order, killed by your fire.
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