Spirits of the North
Huge and black
Hunters three
Killing pact
Stealth of the wolf
Jaws of the bear
These monsters thrive
Where demons dare
This beautiful land
Will be your crypt
Life lost to time
Eternal winter's grip
They leave no tracks
Only your bones left
Killers of the wastes
Silent comes your death
You will fall to the pack
Spirit jaws of the waheela
There is no coming back
Spirit jaws of the waheela
You will die in red
Spirit jaws of the waheela
On your carcass they are fed
Spirit jaws of the waheela
The crunch of teeth
They splinter your bones
Awash in blood
You've entered their home
Your entrails torn
From within your guts
Red hot gore spills
As your abdomen busts
Consumed by wolves
As your mind fades
The sound of feeding
These eternal lupine shades
They leave no tracks
Only your bones left
Killers of the wastes
Silent comes your death
You will fall to the pack
Spirit jaws of the waheela
There is no coming back
Spirit jaws of the waheela
You die in red
Spirit jaws of the waheela
On your carcass they are fed
Spirit jaws of the waheela
You will fall to the pack
Spirit jaws of the waheela
There is no coming back
Spirit jaws of the waheela
You die in red
Spirit jaws of the waheela
On your carcass they are fed
Spirit jaws of the waheela
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023