Beneath my landfill of carnage
Where all remains are left to rot
There lies a small cell
I like to call it my Stinking Hell
When I get bored of pulverizing the weak
I torture them instead
They all still wind up dead
Imagine the worst smell you can
And multiply it by ten
Rot in stinking hell
Bet you’ll fucking die from the fucking stench
No escape from Stinking Hell
Bet you’ll fucking die from the fucking stench
No escape
Bet you’ll fucking die from the fucking stench
Rot in stinking hell
Bet you’ll fucking die from the fucking smell
Fetid and musty
Putrid and crusty
The cell is not big but it’s not small either
Just enough room to fit six unlucky people
Sometimes they go mad
Sometimes they go blind
Sometimes they take one sniff and just fucking die
Ouagh
The floor is slippery and gross
Covered in waste, vomit, and mucus
When you get tired of standing you’ll still not want to sit
There’s already a good chance your feet are covered in shit
You’ll die from the fucking stench
You’ll die from the fucking stench
🇺🇸 US One-Man Death Doom Metal
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Provided by Vomitus/Gurgling Gore Fallenin77
This absolutely rips! Hunk of mid-tempo mayhem that leaved the battlefield littered with the remains of the enemy. These riffs push the creative envelope and the auditory. The drumming beats out epic rhythms and the bass blasts through all else that remains. Take a slab of this and cram it in your ear holes. barleybase
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal