Nazinsky Isle of Death, frigid river house the dead,
Obsolete humanity, shredding carcass to eat,
Force the hand to mutilation, corpse to be is now elected,
Calve division from live victim, blood seeps from the wound,
Wholesale human supermarket, never out of stock,
Whore's wound will weep, savour human flavour,
Four thousand devoured, upon the reaping hour,
Peasant harvest high, the government still lies,
Is there no humility, mortality or sanity?
Trapped now in this tragedy, the amputee, the agony,
Hatred turns to apathy, no rationale aligns,
Trapped now in a rotting corpse the pain is so divine,
The officers once born to serve, now laugh at our dismay,
Civil servant or massacre fervent, a line as old as time,
The river now defrosts, from the warmth of mortal blood,
Reservoir of red reveals, the River Styx appears,
from Cannibal Island/Blood River,
released April 15, 2021
Artun Ereren - Lyrics, Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Calvin Knight - Drums
Mitch Nelson - Bass
Jeremi Tran - Lead Guitar