God! There is a swimming continent inside a swirl
It's made of plastic waste that comes from all the world
It's found inside the dead whale, in the seabird's mouth
Now, homo sapiens, are you proud?
The poisoned sea, where all we know goes down in toxic waves
The cradle of life is all lost inside these toxic waves
We never stopped to dump our waste
And overpowered nature's ways,
We disappear without a trace - into these toxic waves
Lost - that cormorant that tries to lift from that black mud
There's nothing left alive here, now, where is your God?
Who will bring justice for all those we rooted out?
Now, Exxon Mobile, are you proud?
The poisoned sea, where all we know goes down in toxic waves
The cradle of life is all lost inside these toxic waves
We never stopped to dump our waste
And overpowered nature's ways,
We disappear without a trace - into these toxic waves
The poisoned sea, where all we know goes down in toxic waves
The cradle of life is all lost inside these toxic waves
We never stopped to dump our waste
And overpowered nature's ways,
We disappear without a trace - into these toxic waves
Into these toxic waves
The cover art made me laugh my ass off. There are a fair few decent riffs here, but they're a bit buried in the mix at times. Enough already with the sequels.
Best track: Hymn 66. Worst track: One More Shot at Glory. tmtvl
Blistering blackened death metal with haunting melody lines throughout. The melody never overcomes but rather gives hypnotizing testimony to the churning rhythms threatening to pull the listener below the waves. This is music by which to summon the Great Old Ones. Robert Royer