Never ending winter for the workers of the fields
Ever ready supply of the darkness we appeal
Body harvest/ bloody display
Casket conditioned sweet taste of decay
Walk through these fields/ hold your cast to the yield
Gonna talk shit about this land
Know where you stand
In Wine Country, something’s gone sour/ Our bodies fill these cellars
Come and join the few/ cut throat mother vine
With a look of horror we apply
Thirst for blood
Full-bodied sorrow
Our cabernet is worth the kill
The price we pay for luxury is murder
This is our blood in this glass
Come surround the room/ join the higher class
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023