Look at that fools
Living their empty lifes
Don't want to feel
How the world screams
Now, go, pick your coat, feel the cold. Night has come.
Follow that girl, follow that men, nice voice, nice throat.
Look that back, look that mouth. Go to the dark and wait for your turn.
In the shadows you will kill them, without blood, without defense.
Let me flay your throat and play with my bow on your vocal chords
They make too much noise
To hear anything
But I will kill all of them
To make good music
Worried about stupid things, they don't care being selfish, cruel and wicked with the rest
They cannot understand how special can be. Only want to steal, break and hurt others
But I will show them how to make a good thing, flaying their flesh and playing with their fucking corpses
Music can save souls, just don't be loud when I put my hands on you
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017