Fabricant-Terror Gland

New material from our upcoming split with Apocryphon to be released under Horror Pain Gore Death. Lyrics: Suddenly senses gleam with abnormal sensitivity as the sun beats down relentlessly! Furiously! Panic, from within, it jars my psyche, scrambling thoughts beyond recognition. Exhausted, bleeding, simply amiss: suffering from a near call with Death’s sweet kiss. Now compelled to simmer in anguish. The self inflicted pain tears deep into myself. Relief now too distant, my blood begins to boil. Choking upon a delusion so grand, poking and prodding at the terror gland. Bodily function retreats to mediocrity. The humours secrete from every orifice. Panic, from within, it jars my psyche, scrambling thoughts beyond recognition. Exhausted, bleeding, simply amiss: suffering from a near call with Death’s sweet kiss. Now that I’ve been tortured by anguish, the self inflicted wounds remain upon my skin. Relief has long abandoned me, it left me weak and hollow.