In bed you lie, scared to close your eyes
The witching hour nears when control of your thoughts dies
What will you find in dark corners where they hide
Wake in a sweat quickly forget then drift back into the ride
In the minds eye you can see visions of what used to be
Fields of terror, plains of pain a landscape barren left in flames
The mosuleum in your head a playground for your living dead
Hidden fears from the past that you thought just wouldn't last
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021