A tortuous journey through the 9 layers of Hell. Greatly inspired by the epic 14th-century poem The Divine Comedy/Dante's Inferno and other such works of media that has explored journeying into damnation. Lyrics: Damned despite moral purity A tempest for depravity Fester in shit for gluttony Labyrinth of atrocities As I traverse the layers of hell Layers of hell Back breaking toil for the greedy Those who are vexed fight endlessly Burnt in stone tombs for heresy Nine circles of brutality As I traverse the layers of hell Layers of hell Twisted trees harrowed by harpies Ten bolgias of misery A lake of ice where Satan dwells 9 layers of torturous cells I have traversed the layers of hell Layers of hellmore

Lyrics: The battlefield is red with gore Two of our knights are at death's door The queen is clad in plate armor Countless enemies fell to her sword Side by side she stands with the wizard Who wields the powerful staff of vril Loyal hound by his side Powerful magick cuts through steel The legions of the chaos gods Will not terrorize our mighty land Holy crusade to vanquish evil Another victory is at hand Enemy general is outnumbered Calling for aid he sounds his horn But the sound is quickly muffled As an arrow goes through his skull The ground quakes as enemy trolls March on forward wielding clubs Obliterating many soldiers Crushing bones and plate armor Houndmaster wizard channels his mana Into a powerful fire spell Trolls are struck by fire magick And one by one they are felled By spell and sword We are gonna kill them all Spilling their blood We are gonna win this war Enemy cavalry enters the grounds Wielding spears they start the charge Impaling our soldiers, piercing armor They are trying to turn the tides Suddendly the battlefield echoes With a very familiar sound Magick dragon with purple scales Flying towards the battleground Enemy cavalry quickly retreats As the dragon lets out a roar Their legions are engulfed in flames Under the purple banner we win the war By spell and sword We are gonna kill them all Spilling their blood We are gonna win this warmore

Track 7 on the upcoming full length Nasties. This song is about a reformed killer who after being free from incarceration begins to get those old impulses. Lyrics: sleep terrors evocate cold clammy sweats phantasms of the past provacate incarceration devils in the dome drug induced rehabilitation recollections of atrocities white coat interrogations medical curiosity deranged mystery doped up absolved and free compulsions of a damaged brain left that dark place but the world has changed popping pills with the sun on your face but the beast is stirring impulses return delusions and reality blur so much for the experts those arrogant fools ineptitude begets hurt on a journey of annihilation with the damaged brain a bloody trail of devastation compulsions of a damaged brain more