Seven days of nothing but sand
This ominous, barren and desert wasteland
No home of my own, I'm forced to leave that town
Hanged til death the sentence of a thief
Three of my own have already gone
Seeing their last breath
In the stone cold dawn
They're buried dead in the sand,
He won't be left to death's grim hand
A vow to his brothers, he grabbed his gun.
He covered his tracks so he could run
This land is no place for an outlaw
Being struck down by the devil's claw
Twelve days of nothing but sand,
This ominous, barren and desert wasteland...
Culinary-themed melodic death metal outfit cook up a smorgasbord of fierce solos, tight percussion, and cheeky, foodie-approved screeds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2024