They are at your door, fangs gnashing
Having no life of their own
They crave for fragile creatures
Mechanical joints clicking and cracking, time is running out
Where has it begun, (in western Texas)
Or deserted street late night (in autumn Berlin)
Stitched together, animated (by alien force not present)
Unspoken rancour flushes (through the thick air)
Of swollen bodies and old liquor smell
I'll dispose of the limbs later, hasten the suffering
Better escape before the consious arrive
I couldn't tell if she smiles or I've just disfigured her mouth
The dress looks so sweet in all the gore around
May I question reality? May I question my own atrocities?
Tonight I've scared myself with reflection in the mirror
That horrendous grin and sunken eyes
Where have I lost myself and found other idol
I'm no better than dead and moving organism
Worm-ornamented silhouettes stand tall in
Dusk colors the skin in the dying flowers
The way the body collapses hypnotizes
Shelters over pitch black corpses scorched
supported by 10 fans who also own “Pitch Black Purity”
Wormed belong to the very best Europe has to offer when it comes to blasting technical and guttural brutal death metal and this one is absolutely essential to get an idea why that’s the case. A masterpiece… minusoneman2