Her Rotting Ways
An exploding chest of treasures...anger, spit and axe-grinding.
A pretty painting stabbed with knives of colorful shrapnel.
Lures in the hopeful only to be raped by the violence within.
Calming the waters of regret and sorrow with the warm lips of suicide.
Riff magic and Death's hand combine for melodic murder.
To be consumed by the parasites we live amongst...a slow, burning death.
An epic adventure through the cascading forest and ash-filled mouths of feeble souls.
A combination of death/black/melodic metal overshadowed with hate.
Groove heavy death predictions of a downfall.
The nocturnal calling satisfies an orgy of death.
Mixing punk, metal and melody causing the end to deteriorate into the pulse of a troubled psyche.
Spoken words from the frosty lips of Her Rotting Poetry Chick...
Metal formed from punk and black melodies.
Melodic tranquility transforming into the end of all what you thought was true.