Nothing is going right
fish hook bitten skin
No one to turn to
Stuck in a rip tide
Head smashes against the reef
Its time to Say goodnight
Just show me a sign
Swimming in the distance was an 8 legged being
swimming toward me, odds are inauspicious
Held out his trident and pierced the throat
The blood that escaped welcomed the hungry
This is the next trial
At the gates of the abyssapelagic zone I was turned away
Forsaken blasphemy
Taken away by the mysterious creature
Ink to the eye to blind the incapable
swimming toward me, odds are inauspicious
Held out his trident and pierced the throat
Skin mashes beneath the sea
To be exalted with the fishes
Just search for your cod
with all that's happened don't let him swim away
supported by 69 fans who also own “Where Is Your Cod Now”
Hail Molluska, we servants of slime shall spread the gospel. Beautifully devastating music, this box set is a Holy Grail of an item for my record collection. domtest293
supported by 67 fans who also own “Where Is Your Cod Now”
I dig this album so much, definitely a keeper. Subtly and masterfully mixing death metal subgenres, backed with an over the top production. They're true professionals. Can't wait for their next release! doive
supported by 56 fans who also own “Where Is Your Cod Now”
This album being played over the PA system at the museum where Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory" is housed is what caused the faces of the clocks in the painting to melt. meeko