We are the ones, high on the hog
And left for dead, at the ends of Earth
Our eyes bleed red, the red of the sun
Dogma erased, mountains of gold
Bury these souls, forgotten slaves, SLAVES!
NOTHING BUT GRAVES!
These mountains glimmer with the guts of man
The gods are pleased now take their hand
With open wings we fly into the sun
The gods are pleased their will be done
Oceans of caskets I can see the dawn
This worlds gone black and the light is gone
We face the end ancient harvestor
Flesh into soil suffering no more.
A thousand years never to return
Destroy their past bloch out the sun
Consume this mushroom and see inside
Burn in flames your bastard sons
Remove their heads and eat their eyes
We mock the universe and drag you down, down, down
A thousand years never to return
Devastator please mow them down
And block out the sun
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The recipe is equal parts heavy and psychedelic sounds! Distorted guitars lay the foundation. Heavily distorted Hendrixian guitar solo’s screaming over backdrops of raw scuzzy acidic proto-doom ! Stephan
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The psychedelic escapades of mr. Harlon and his flock of dead crows are a new discovery for me, but one of my favourites in the past few years. Dark exploration of the human state, but with a tint of hope and determination. Vanja
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022
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So heavy and melodic that makes me wanna doom the entire day with those nice riffs and that soothing vocals that entices the definition of flowing with the void. Hell yeah!! josedenoche