Global Engorgement from Purgatory by Mother Morgue

A martyr you become, by no choice but the faith of kingdom come. A life left with out its grasp, to only be dealt its end by human scum. Human scum A world that’s slipping from a purpose, a never-ending suffering curse. Breed and feed among the sprawls of flesh, eating at the purity of what little is left Following and becoming what’s opposed, a lie to our favored death. Man-made abominations, suppressing our expansion, mass extinction a game to our leaders You’re inevitable worldly fire, engorged all that stands in front A human desire to fuel the warpath of hell, a promising species locked in a ruling cell. Global chaos in a political form, a playful game to a sadistic sleaze.

• Metal
• brutal death metal
• death metal
• deathcore
• goregrind
• Ukraine