Waste of life
Infinite infant deserves juvenile demise
Cease to exist
Punisher in need of punishment
Living breathing disease
Contributor of idiocricy
Throne Of Judgement
Coming down
Throne Of Judgement
Ends you now
The killing floor calling your name
Come forth and meet your fate
Your common sense, nonexistent
You made your choice don't get it twisted
My desperation is the peaking sun
You are showered in its light
My light is lead and heavy blows
You, focus of scorn
I cannot trust you on this side of the earth
I stand above you on pillars of spite
From my throne a hallowed sight
Once blood blesses the field there is calm
The perfect end to this violent orgy
To be immortal on a vacant planet
The UK four-piece summon the ghosts of metal past to create an unsparing album that's unmistakably contemporary. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 30, 2022