Feverish visions grip the cowering stricken mind
A field runs red with blood
Twisted caverns choke with warped and broken corpses
Roots torn from the ground thrust bodies toward an unforgiving sky
It beams down as wails echo ‘neath the surface
And the sun empties its fluid death over the world
A wire grips the throat as blood trickles through wretched teeth
It bubbles like magma from wounds impossibly deep
Obscene fat horror, salivating heaving demise
Left to fester, a wind putrefied
There’s a dog loose in the wood
And I will blind you
There’s a dog loose in the wood
And I will blind you
I will blind you
I will fucking blind you
Let us all be maimed and flayed
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Tape release due out in Autumn 2018 via Les Fleurs du Mal Productions