Ψυχοβγαλτης

Underneath This Rotten Soil Bodies Are Still Bleeding

We Shall Be Devoured by the Offspring of Our Own Flesh

Your Screams Will Echo Long After Your Death

Existence Is Punishment

Every Single Word That Comes Out of Your Filthy Hole Is an Infectious Lie a Spreading Disease

Total Rejection

Hang Them! Torch Them!

As the Damned Writhe in Eternal Woe