SHADOW OF INTENT haben ihren anti-imperialismus und anti-Kriegs Track `Feeding the Meatgrinder` am Wochenende veröffentlicht. Zum ohnehin schon brutalen Song passen dann die Vocals von Cannibal Corpse Fronter George CORPSEGRINDER Fisher wie Ar*** auf Eimer, was dem Song einen recht starken Death Metal und weniger Deathcore Drive gibt.

SHADOW OF INTENT veröffentlichen ihr nächstes Album „Imperium Delirium“ am 27. Juni.

 

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Violent attrition

Salivating for the kill

Brutality is to be redefined

They aim to dominate

Hordes metastasize a vengeance indiscriminate

Disregard for human life is in the nature of the business

 

Environmental deletion

The lurking reaper aims

Heaps of corpses maimed and scattered

Only death now remains

This brutalizing reaches critical acclaim

They are set: initiate the final phase

 

Burst humans lined in trenches

Burning limbs are commonplace

There are bodies mutilated, faceless

Gaping holes have now replaced this

Sanitizing the grounds of fecal footsteps

Force-feeding a meatgrinder

Aim to dominate

 

Scores of humans destroyed

Laughter for the perished

War is worse than hell

We’ve seen to this

 

Stay and die

Hunting to the last man

Many men will meet their end

Live or die

The choice is yours

Continue to bleed or feed

You’re feeding the meatgrinder

Drawn and quartered

Venture into the black

 

Trudging onwards through ruination

The more they kill, the more commemoration

Disheveled drones meander locating lost bodies

They soon will be the ones who die

 

Seize the urge to forfeit

Broken, seeking to cower

A stones throw away from hell they meet the final hour

A place where men are either broken, destroyed or made

Made to fucking scream

 

They’re hunted to the last man

Many men have met their end there

To stay and die

The choice is made

Your body jamming the gears of the meatgrinder

 

Behold, the grand design

The envisioned future of mankind

 

Caskets closed shall return home, with absent hosts

Razors to the throats of the onlookers

They’ll become ghosts

Walls begin closing in

A death sentence from your own kin

Final moment in your skin

 

Into the belly of the beast

To feed the meatgrinder

Hug the ground

Become one with the earth

The faceless reaper shows its hand

Retrospective admonishment

The final moment you have feared has assimilated

 

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