Prepare
For my descent
A secret kept from humanity
Awakened
I return with full force
Full annihilation sequence commences
I'll fucking take what's mine
I'll fucking take what's mine
Lined up in their masses
They await their inevitable fate
Finally the earths masters return
Culling and cleansing this newly bred cancer
Prepare
For my descent
A secret kept from humanity
Awakened
I return with full force
Full annihilation sequence commences
Concentrated mind control
Devouring this planet whole
Every single life from on this planet will perish under the newly risen kings and as soon as their rotten minds are
manipulated by my species
We will return to slaughterer the useless ones
Carving cutting forgotten power
Commencing this new world order
Malevolent
Beings
Descend
From the sky
To reign
Unmatched
Terror
Amongst
The
Population
X2
Time and space
Even physical mass
I control it
All
End their life Its what they deserve
Spreading disease through their lungs
A fitting end to a worthless race
We will hang their heads as decoration
A fitting end to a worthless race
You are not the first we have conquered
Nor the Last..
credits
from Born to be Buried,
released August 27, 2016
Jame Strezov at Studio 1618
supported by 10 fans who also own “Prometheus Unbound”
Symphonic stuff in metal doesn’t make its way into my collection aside from a couple of early Cradle albums. The orch here though just ads to how huge this band sounds. It makes elements in the songs more immersive. There are plenty of breaks from orchestration where its in deathcore/slamming brutality mode. While not ignorant, the songs never play with time or get mathy making it accessible and memorable. Came out 2015? Impressed. Mitch Mitcherson
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022
supported by 10 fans who also own “Prometheus Unbound”
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