This code was never mine, manufactured to slow me down. Two brothers born into slaughter, yet one can wear the crown. There’s a side to this that went unseen. I was not born free. I've lived trying to trap all the awful things inside of me. But life is good on the top of the pile. Most fun I've had in a fucking while. With no rules or boundaries to guide me; I carve my way, there's blood in the streets. The pain inside me has been resurrected. The need for planning has been overwritten. A lust for blood, and killing for selfish needs. Removed the want for guilt in the name of greed. Guided by an unimaginable hunger, the passenger needs to fucking feed. I won't be doomed to run and hide. I've accepted not getting out alive. I found no peace with my maker, so I slit his throat. Another sack of meat off the edge of my boat. But life is good on the top of the pile. Most fun I've had in a fucking while. My own mind has slowly entrapped me. I can't escape from the blood in the street. The pain inside me has been resurrected. The need for planning has been overwritten. A lust for blood, and killing for selfish needs. Removed the want for guilt in the name of greed. I never had a hope of resurrection. I simply chose to re-write the ending. Fuck having rules or a code. I am a death machine. Built to slaughter whenever the urge comes to me. Murder, my code. Death is my home.
Symphonic stuff in metal doesn’t make its way into my collection aside from a couple of early Cradle albums. The orch here though just ads to how huge this band sounds. It makes elements in the songs more immersive. There are plenty of breaks from orchestration where its in deathcore/slamming brutality mode. While not ignorant, the songs never play with time or get mathy making it accessible and memorable. Came out 2015? Impressed. Mitch Mitcherson
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner