Thrown in the pen Thrown away. In the filth and disease A terrible way to spend your last day. There will be nothing left Not even a speck Digested pieces of you, the only evidence.
You did nothing wrong? It doesn't matter You're on all fours and they hold the power
Sounds of agony mixed with grunts of pleasure The ripping of skin A feeling that lasts forever A concoction of blood and shit As you disappear below your hips
You did nothing wrong? It doesn't matter You'll be consumed within the hour
You scream, "Why, oh god why? I don't deserve this!" You beg for forgiveness
But you won't find your Savior. You'll find the place you sent the victims that you made suffer. Ten fold, you'll suffer.
Few deserve a death like this You are one of the few All of the things you did will be done to you The final stage in the life of a deranged creep Raped and beaten Left to be eaten....... Alive by pigs.
supported by 21 fans who also own “Wrath of Erymanthos”
This album being played over the PA system at the museum where Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory" is housed is what caused the faces of the clocks in the painting to melt. meeko
supported by 19 fans who also own “Wrath of Erymanthos”
Another seamless blend of extreme genres from Stortregn. Killer riffs, tasty basslines, and lots of fun tech influences in the composition and instrumentation make this an absolute banger front to back. Facepalming Panda
supported by 19 fans who also own “Wrath of Erymanthos”
A beautiful journey from start to finish, with perfectly placed moments of gentility amidst the rhythmic intrigue and blast beats of their guest drummer. jsteadmanfan