In skeleton barns
Over gravel and grass
We scream, Fuck God
At this black Iowa mass
Year-old stalks claw up
Death-twisted-dirt
You owe us all that you keep close
Our hunger bellowing like 1,000 wolves
Slain in agony, calling your name
To places silent and black
We filled our bodies
Of feral flames
Foretold by fall's failed oath
To places silent and black
We are commanded
Of colossal winds
That whisper the world's...last breath
Robes with no presence
Of life or bodies beneath them
Are huddled in prayer
Wood beams to the starry abyss
Form crosses turned south
In the name of our betrayal
To places silent and black
We filled our bodies
Of feral flames
Foretold by fall's failed oath
To places silent and black
We are commanded
Of colossal winds
That whisper the world's...last breath
In skeleton barns
Over gravel and grass
We scream, Fuck God
At this black Iowa mass
Raise your weapons to the heavens
Knowers of the secret name
We'll have Christ's head
On a fucking plate
Before dawn breaks
We'll have Christ's head on a fucking plate...
To places so silent and black
We filled our bodies of the feral flames!
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Ice cold black metal with riffs that will certainly get you frosty even in the summer. Plenty of potential and they are definitely an artist I'll keep my eye on. brandonp504