A wish born from despair
A wish to obliterate your life; returning everything to nothing
The sword of destruction
I caste down upon you
My bare hands beg for blood
God like appetite for destruction
These hands see how quickly I put them on you. Better bring back up. I am the one who decides your fate. Weak men. Bow to me.
Feeble and weak. My trenchknife will make you see.
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022