Ashes flood your mouth, strapped down to a metal tray, bones upon bones, you aren’t this maniac’s only prey. The door has closed, your fate has been sealed, before his eyes, your flesh begins to peel
the stench of death arouses the killer
erect he stands, frothing with desire
Smoke fills your lungs, and your skin begins to boil, crying for salvation, but death is your savior. Lie with the others, their death was the same. You too have suffered, the horror of the flame
Fire from below enclosed In armageddon
he’s blind to all your pleas, and deaf to all your screams,
supported by 77 fans who also own “Crematory Shrieks”
The Truth. Epic. Powerful. Nobody could touch Speckman et al in Chicago in the mid-80's. Nobody. Their 4 song demo is still in my high rotation today: The Truth, Pay to Die, Mangled Dehuminization and Re-entry and Destruction...immortal. John "Pio" Piotrowski
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Sacrocurse return to violently rip shit up. The trio has ramped up their intensity and godless savagery from 'Unholier Master'. In a sea of copycats, these bastards show 'em who's the real deal. Choco Latte