This great cold distance pushed further by the venom spread. These worthless serpents cut down men by the color of their head. Nailed down by red letters on some ancient page. Light won't drive out darkness. Use their match. Ignite your rage. Roll around like dogs in shit apathetic to the stench. Hopefully they'll save a seat in heaven for all the bigots who remembered to repent. This great cold distance pushed further by the roses thrown. These indignant artists kiss the feet of an unholy throne. Nailed down by ardent hate from a hateful pawn. You aren't even spit in his mouth. He'd wish you dead and gone. Hopefully they'll save your seat in heaven. Your beliefs will pave your way to hell. I guess god gave up. I guess the sun went out. I just hope when you meet your maker, he can sort you out.
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Everything HAAL has created to date has been spectacular. My initial thoughts after listening to this new release was that their first effort was better, but the more I listen to this one it seems to have overtaken the debut. Can't really go wrong with either one, but the title track here is top notch. Scott A Smith