Droning on
Gorgoneion's Quiescent yawn
Shortening the length As the waveforms bend and cross
Scoured by the grit of primordial wastes
Erudition provided by the maze and what it takes to navigate
Time is the substrate
Sandblasting every useless faith
Planets rotation winding, grinding like a lathe
You thought it was over
Well guess what? It's not
It's comin in hot like a big ball of snot
Turnin up the heat
Minotaur in a china shop
Gotta quota to meet, gotta lotta necks to chop
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