Fallout from Astral Scavenger by Orbital Gate

Wasteland calling my name
What is left after they came
Stories of a lost generation
Covered in blood

Strange dreams of pungent death
Fill my head as I lay to rest

The meaning lost in blurred mutilation
Seek out the “undying one”

This may be a blind mans chase
Headed for a town some call Messiah

Must prepare for the journey ahead,
Dog eat dog, survival of the fittest
Trust no one, heed nothing
They’ll leave you bled, and hung out to dry

I hear a call, in the distance
Someone’s out there, crying for help
I grab my gun, I load my rounds
I try to ready, but they’re already on me

Someone is screaming, two rush up on me, striking my head
Can’t see, bleeding, swinging wildly, meeting their skin
Wipe the gore off and bring up the knife, now ready to strike
Pinning down the bandit, I see the life draining from his eyes

Sick to my stomach, I killed two men
Watched them both run red, weight placed on my chest
Did they deserve this?
Blood stained on my hands
What led them to this, killing their brothers?

• Metal
• brutal death metal
• death metal
• slam
• slamming brutal death metal
• Cary