Polluted Noise Industries

Psychological chaos in the form of daemon

Infection of human desires

Hell’s Infliction

I scream for it to never reach god, for he had no words

Face removed with the arms of the deceased

Melody, Structure, Form, Constraint are pointless, so is art.

Lunatics Rotting In A Tub

Kill Your Local Nazipunk Scumbag Poser With Your Dildo

Cut Them In Half With Your Sickle

Flowers Consuming Corpses