Under the falling snow wasted life spits excrement
Food for the wolves, from their jaws ice drips
I can feel the rats gnawing at my heart, trying to find a home
But it’s been frozen shut for two winters gone
An empty cabin in the woods is what this vessel’s become
Rotten wood swells with sweat and blood
As a carcass sinks into the mud
The sun never sees the ground, instead swims in the blackest of seas
And leaves the moon with the cry of the hound
It is long over due: I should mentioned how much I loved this album two years ago when I first heard it. Sludgy and doom ridden metal. Not to mention the grooviness that thing punches either. The real cherry on top is that these boys are getting the recognition they deserve with their recent signing to Relapse. JDMP