It sates itself on the life-blood
of fated men,
paints red the powers' homes
with crimson gore.
Black become the sun's beams
in the summers that follow,
weathers all treacherous.
Do you still seek to know?
And what?
A wind age
A wolf age
Brothers will fight
and kill each other,
sisters' children
will defile kinship
It is harsh in the world,
whoredom rife
An axe age
A sword age
Culinary-themed melodic death metal outfit cook up a smorgasbord of fierce solos, tight percussion, and cheeky, foodie-approved screeds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024